День 63: Посвящён моим одноклассникам

At the supermarket recently I remarked that I had never had a Kinder Surprise (chocolate eggs filled with tiny toys, banned in the US, apparently. To me, the thrill is akin to opening up a box of Cracker Jacks and looking for the fake tattoo or tiny toy inside. My husband bought me the chocolate treat, and I opened it up right away to find my miniature prize.

I smiled and immediately thought of my wonderful classmates from my Russian classes back in Virginia and our soulful rendition of the lion and turtle song from the Soviet cartoon.

As our classes together started nearly a year ago now, this post is dedicated to my classmates who endured many months of Russian with good humor, dedication, and friendship. I was so lucky to be surrounded with their wisdom as veterans in the same system and their great attitudes. I only wish that the Russian speaking world were a bit smaller so that we could meet up more easily to laugh and share.

Носорог, рог, рог идёт, 

Крокодил, дил, дил плывёт, 

Только я всё лежу 

И на солнышко гляжу.