I'm pleased to report that the Bolshoi Lenin has been safely delivered in the U.S., after a somewhat roundabout journey from Moscow to Sweden to Kentucky, and finally to the East Coast of the U.S. Not sure what he was doing in Kentucky, but I'll ask him when I get home next week.
Ironically, I was sitting down to a plate of tvorog just now when my host mother said to me, "Rima said you sent a big box somewhere. Was it books?"
Ah, Rima! You sold me out! Rima is host mom's college friend who was coming in the door as Bolshoi Lenin was going out with the UPS man. I thought she'd keep quiet (she didn't ask what was inside, and I didn't offer to tell), but I guess old women gossip about everything. Like I said, my host mother is a bit nosy.
"OK, I'll tell you, but you have to let me tell the whole story. It's a large bust of Lenin. You see, I have this friend in America..."