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Look at these darling postcards from Russia.
In a previous existence I was a University Lecturer. My first students were a group of visiting Professors from Minsk University. Being called 'Tania' was a lifesaver. They all had a wife, daughter, sister or aunt called by that name. So I feel a teeny bit Russian by association.
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