I have to admit, it wasn’t the most interesting of lessons. “Conversation” class had turned into an individual lesson on various symbols of Russian culture. The teacher and I were both tired and dragging a little.
Valentina asked me if I liked to sing, and I replied that I did.
“Which folk songs do you know?”
“Ummm…Katiusha?” I couldn’t remember any others.
She left the room and came back with some song sheets. “Go ahead and start. You said you liked to sing.” click to continue reading/-