Tales my Grand daughter told me
My how the Kremlin laughed. Britain sending troops to Pribaltiki, Poland and the Ukraine. Such as Fusilier Chapman? "Dyedushka, what is that smelly old man doing over there?" I paused "Making Russia tremble?" I replied. Then I had to explain to her that there was no employment in Berwick and that poor folk had to enlist. "Couldn't they get a job in a tattoo parlour, like Iryna?" my grand daughter asked. "That is not a tattoo parlour, slatki, it is a lap dancing joint". In order to distract her I pointed to a portrait of Yeltsin.
