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Let’s leave China for a moment to see some pictures that I took in Russia. Here are some pictures from Saint Petersburg.
The two-headed eagle is the symbol of Russia.
When you visit Russia, you might find here and there the old Russian emblem, that of the USSR. The Russian letters SSSR (CCCP) stand for Soyuz Sovietskikh Sotsialistichekikh Respublik (Союз Советских Социалистических Республик), which means Union of the Soviet Socialist Republics. On the emblem you can see the slogan of the USSR “Proletarians of the World, Unite!”
The bear is also the symbol of Russia. Here, a cub is given milk on a park bench.
Officers in a train station are looking for privates who are out without permission.
Have they gotten their permission to go out?
A car driver is arguing with a traffic police agent.
“Come on, have a ride in my taxi!”
Some people say that Saint Petersburg is like a northern Venice because of the Neva River and some other smaller rivers that go through the city.
A lot of people fish at the Neva River.
An Orthodox Church, in which the most important religion in Russia is followed.
A prayer.
Vladimir Lenin gives a speech, from a balcony, in which he tells the revolutionaries to not give up the socialist revolution, in 1917.
Here is the balcony today. By a strange coincidence, the day that I took this photograph, a Coca-Cola car was parked just under the balcony. History is full of 180° turns.
Old women are probably the people who are suffering the most from the collapse of the Soviet Union right now. Without any pension, or almost nothing, they try to survive by selling fruits picked in the garden of their Dacha (countryside house).
Boris. He is the man behind some of the comments in this blog! After four years of being Internet pen pals, we finally met in his home city. He was my guide, my translator, my historian and my sociologist everywhere in the city. I would flood him with questions. Every answer that he would give me opened the door to a new question. So, long cycles of questions and answers were always taking place until Boris could not answer anymore and would say, “Alexandre, I don’t know! »
