What follows is a personal message from a relative :

“I thought Russia was easily the most wonderful, most terrible place
I’ve ever been to. It was colorful, repressed, bloody, frightening,
beautiful, breathtaking, choking, embarassing, and so on.

What epitomizes the stay in Russia for me was walking near the
Hermitage through thick orange-brown smog, there because their peat
bogs burn all summer long uncontrollably. Through the haze we saw a
woman walk by on 4 inch stiletto heels to a corner of the park. In
that corner was a gypsy with a scabby, nearly hairless bear. He poked
it with a stick now and then, and it would rear up and dance. The lady
put some coins in his hat and the bear bowed. The man poked it, it
bled, and sat down. The lady walked on.”

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