Got up bright and early to go and greet Lenin. What a freak! He's pretty darn short, but they say he just shrank a lot in the embalming process and through his annual wax dippings. It's less reverent and more like the tent you go in to see the world's fattest woman, and the three-headed man of Siam. Anyway, we made our way out and walked the city, going to the Church of Christ with the big golden roof, and saw the monument to Peter the Great (who is waaay to big for his boat). Then we took a train over to find the Dostoyevsky house museum. He spent most of his life in St. Petersburg, and did most of his writing there, but he was born and grew up in Moscow. The museum was closed, however the caretaker let us in to see some things. We had a great accord considering we couldn't actually say anything to one another that made any sense.
In the evening we got Christopher a shirt at a department store. And then we came back to cook a little dinner. Our roommates in the hostel were so funny. The woman's name was Galia, and her husband was Dutch but from the states I think. Anyway her family is from Moldova, which is where i hail from, so when she found this out two shot glasses were promptly placed before Chris and I. "We will drink to Moldova!" For those of you who do not know, I haven't had anything to drink in at least 5 years, so it was odd, but I had two shots of Cognac and that was that. The best part was sharing her fresh Russian Rye bread. It was so dense and delicious and I think the shots gave me an appetite.
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