Remembering Russia + bits of poetry

Currently lost in the poetic prose of Russian Winter by Daphne Kalotay, and remembering with vivid detail the romanticism of Moscow last May...

"But Nina is looking just ahead, toward the south end of the square, where St. Basil's Cathedral, marvelous and absurd, stands like bonbons on display. The rest of the city may still be in tatters, but St. Basil's is dazzling, freshly restored, its striped domes patterned with bright swirls of color. "Somebody made that," Nina says, with surprise. "People made that." Her realization is genuine; she has never so clearly and precisely, thought of it that way. Seeing it in the midst of the incredible snow, she is aware, unmistakably, that that vision in the distance is the product of human effort." – excerpt from "Russian Winter"

I will certainly be sharing my review of the novel, but for now, I never want this beautiful, intriguing tale to end...