Once can just imagine the chaos and confusion as people squeeze past each other along crowd corridors with inventive invectives hot in pursuit. Hopefully our heroine has not left her pyjama case on the train….
Ah and Oh! Adventures have started! Excellent, because we can't even guess what can happen with that silly KGB man. Are you going to write about a real building? It is known as a Bol'shoy Dom. But I'm sure, you know it, first and second, it's a fiction. Molodets!
"“Firebird, where have you gone? Come back to papa, what’s with these shenanigans? Ah, there you are. Bad birdie, don’t you run away like that anymore, papa was worried sick. Comrade, kindly hold still and quiet, my Firebird is scared, but he wouldn’t harm a fly. There you go, golubchik. Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy! Yes, you are,” said the big man in the Astrakhan hat, gently disentangling Firebird’s spurs from Iceman’s hair, and putting the rooster back in its crate."
Wonderful stuff, Portia! So much fun and energy here.
“Well, I’ll be damned, if it wasn’t the scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I met Stalin in my youth."
Ha! Stalin would be scary enough to an adult. To a kid... yikes.
Great read! I enjoyed it a lot. And I await the next with bated breath!
Thank you, Cary, that's so nice to hear! Although now, I have to fulfill your expectations, no pressure...😰
I have every faith that you are up to the task!
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What an apparition!
Racing onwards...Troubles on the train.
Once can just imagine the chaos and confusion as people squeeze past each other along crowd corridors with inventive invectives hot in pursuit. Hopefully our heroine has not left her pyjama case on the train….
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🤣 Thanks Tim, my heroine is very sensitive to the cold, so she's always overdressed, even for sleeping.
Ah and Oh! Adventures have started! Excellent, because we can't even guess what can happen with that silly KGB man. Are you going to write about a real building? It is known as a Bol'shoy Dom. But I'm sure, you know it, first and second, it's a fiction. Molodets!
No, I didn't know! They're going to live and work in a flat on Griboedov Canal, just round the corner from the Singer House/Dom Knigi.
Thank you for the compliments, dear Larisa!☺️
Nicely done Portia!
Just the truth. You are good.
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Thanks Steve, you're so kind!
What a ride, Portia. Iceman, Firebird, and all the madness. I loved it. Can't wait to see what happens next.
Grazie mille, Michael! I can't either, I still haven't got a clue.🙃
Prego, è un piacere :)
"“Firebird, where have you gone? Come back to papa, what’s with these shenanigans? Ah, there you are. Bad birdie, don’t you run away like that anymore, papa was worried sick. Comrade, kindly hold still and quiet, my Firebird is scared, but he wouldn’t harm a fly. There you go, golubchik. Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy! Yes, you are,” said the big man in the Astrakhan hat, gently disentangling Firebird’s spurs from Iceman’s hair, and putting the rooster back in its crate."
Wonderful stuff, Portia! So much fun and energy here.
Thanks, Jeffrey, your comments are always so uplifting!
What a great scene! I could visualize all the mayhem. And those death stares. Poor little birdie!
Thank you, Sue! Luckily, the bird was unharmed, he's a tough one.
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Quite the scene, enjoyed it and will look forward to more.
Aww, thank you, Michael!
AAAAAAA!!! Love it so! Thank you, Portia!
Thank you, my dear Chen, you warm my heart!
❤️🌹same here