This is the 7th January and Katya is opening a bottle of
wine from the southern parts of Russia. The reason for
celebration is that it is Russian orthodox Christmas. People
seldom do other things than eat some good food and go to
church. Russian wine is by the way characterized by a high
amount of sugar in it together with a higher percentage of
alcohol too. A bit too sweet in my opinion!
I used my balcony as a refrigerator, but that wasn't the
best idea I later understood. Two bottles of good Zolotaya
Bochka beer exploded after the temperature came below 0 C.
The result was this very interesting view. Kids don't do
this at home!
It is around 16.00 in the afternoon at Yaroslavskij Vokzal
(railway station) and Marina and I are getting ready to take
the train to Yaroslavl - a city 280 kilometers north-east
from Moscow. A good 4 hour train trip in a nice, even after
western standard, Russian express train. We are going to
visit Marinas grandparents.
Marinas grandparents Anna and Yakov, around 80 years of age,
in their kitchen.
Me in front of the apartment, an old Krushtjov
building where Anna and Yakov are living around 30
minutes by bus from the center of Yaroslavl - a city
of 600.000 inhabitants.
But we had only left for 5 minutes before we met Marinas
uncle (on the left), so we went back for cake and wine in
their living room.
The center of Yaroslavl with the town hall to the right. A
mysterious place that winter day in January, because it was cold, a lot of snow and only a few
street lamps - many
of them in an old European style. The scene reminded me of
old movies and Transylvania:-) I really liked the place and
will recommend this place for others especially because
there isn't a lot of tourists here.
Anna and Yakov's kitchen which probably haven't
changed since 1969 when the building was raised. A
window back in to past... normally a Russian kitchen
is like a western kitchen except for the size. I
like the pair of scissors hanging on the wall.