I've just finished reading Anna Karenin by Tolstoy, which my Ma has been wanting me to read for as long as I can remember. I really enjoyed the insight into Russia mostly, and the Russian classes of the day; it was commentary on the lives of a handful of people. For me, in books, nothing significant has to happen, as in Carson McCullers The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, just life happening is enough.
It's such a massive country, that to me is a mystery, and both the rural and the urban I'd like to see one day.
Images from dobrych's flickr
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