Just when we though winter was over, Vladimir got hit with a big snow storm yesterday and today. We went from brown and muddy to winter wonderland in no time, and, hey, I can't complain. It might be my last Russian snow. And it brings out what is so endearing about Russian winter--people love it, and they're calm about it. We got about three inches, which is kind of a paltry amount for a snowbelter like me, but it's enough for folks to break out the sleigh-strollers (they're like strollers, only they have runners instead of wheels). Also, a saw a group of teenage guys writing words in the snow near the Golden Gates. Whereas in the U.S. a group of guys would probably make some lewd shapes in the snow, these guys had made a giant heart and were working on writing in giant letters "Я люблю тебя" (I love you). How nice. Oh, and the Golden Gates looked stunning in the sifting snow.