Years ago, when I still thought international law was where I was going (I now shake my head in wonder at that notion) I studied Russian, and my dear college roomate Jeri landed me a bunch of book on Russian literature. The yen for the dashing legal life passed, disabused by the call to the arts, but the books remained and years later I discovered the loveliness of Pushkin's prose and poems. Thanks Jeri!
Everything else I looked at this morning was far more "spookable" and we have a lot of month before us, so I chose this one. It's a little more reflective, but still in good tone for the season. Enjoy!
The Coach of Life by Alexander Pushkin
Recording (c) 2012 Judith Cullen
NOT for Commerical Use
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