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.