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Khreshchatik in the evening.  

Khreshchatik in the evening.

The Tramp and the Orange Princess.

January 21st 2008
It became so cold last week that on Monday my peach yoghurt turned into a block of ice inside its bottle during the five minute walk between the shop and my flat. Ana bought me a pair of black stockings to go under my work trousers and keep my legs warm, but I had only just managed to wear them in before the temperature rose again to a little below freezing. Respite from the frostbite. The grim ... read more
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