Выходные на Даче

“Try not to make plans this weekend,” my host father gently pleaded. “We’re going to the dacha, and we want you to come along.” Given its centrality to life in this country, the dacha is a concept, a place, a way of life of which I’ve been aware as long as I’ve been studying Russian … Continue reading Выходные на Даче


Дача life

My second arrival in Russia, for the summer semester, was incomparable to the freezing cold night in January when I arrived here for my first semester. Walking off the plane into the cool drizzle of a June day, the place was familiar, a drastic difference from the terror and foreignness of my first twenty-four hours … Continue reading Дача life