the rooshans

While working through this stack of envelopes for a big American wedding, I was listening to Dostoyevsky  and trying to not laugh at Lizaveta Prokofyevna so much that my hairlines would be shaky.  It was a lovely surprise to see a couple of Russian names pop up on the address list as I neared the end!  Russian names feel so strange and elegant on my tongue.  A pastille with a perfumy flavour, from a fancy tin.  Found in a little purse with opera gloves.   They feel just as special under the pen, and give themselves over to swirls and arabesques like stars from the Mariinski.