That night we had dinner in our suite. Elena and Lyudmila prepared boiled potatoes and salads. The fish were breaded and fried with heads still on. Everyone got a half of a fish. As the esteemed guests, we got the halves with the heads on and they ate the tails.
Life is strange.
It was the tiniest church in Yuroslavl. But what is remarkable about this church is not just its size. The church stands just a few dozen meters from an enormous, ugly 1970s-style Soviet party bureaucratic building. When the latter was being constructed, everyone assumed that the little church would be destroyed but somehow this didn't happen. To me the little church stands as a symbol of courage and hope for the Russian people who have endured seven decades of the Soviet way.