Maslenitsa! A cold and joyful start to the lenten fast, and a celebration of spring, which should arrive... someday. We sang, we ate bliny and drank hot sweet tea, we followed the dancing scarecrow miss through the schoolyard, and then, as she presided, we dropped our cares into a big paper bag and threw them onto the fire, and watched as they burned and floated, little black cinders, up into the chilly gray sky between apartment blocs. Then children were hoisted over the fire one by one. There was a puppet show -- a blustery rooster evicted a cunning fox from a weepy rabbit's house -- and many little matryoshki running around.
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wow -- this looks delightful (and very cold!)
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