Wednesday, March 5, 2008
8/26/06 - "It must be beaten, the iron: pound it, knead it."
I'm halfway through Anna Karenina, and all I listen to lately is Regina Spektor. You might as well paint me pink, because I'm well on my way to being an honorary Russkie. If only I could find a Russian gentleman to whisper sweet foreign nothings in my ear, I'd be entirely converted.