Some time ago we talked of Russia. She said St. Petersburg. I said Petrograd.
She said Leningrad and I said The Bronze Horseman.
We both thought of the siege.
Over a million people died.
She flew back to the other side of our country and read Paullina Simons’ book.
She said she was going there. I said ohmeingottthatwouldbesweet.
There might have been talk of watchingoutforcutesoldiers.
She’s flying back here later this summer. I’ll see if I can talk her into some photos.
And I’ll nod my head: Yes.