The yellow tank is a milk dispenser. Fresh milk from the country, only 4 grivna a liter, something like 50 cents a quart.
What an orderly group here. Even the stray dog waits in line. Except he forgot to bring his own bottle. Poor buddy. In the distance is the soldier statue, a landmark in the area, a historic spot where Nazi forces were driven from the city in 1945. In fact the street to the left is The 23 of August Street because that's when it happened. Those soliders, they were so busy fighting for freedom, milk certainly was not on their minds.
Got Music! Later Sunday afternoon, a friend and I happened upon this street musician. He's playing a traditional instrument called a balalaika. Maybe that's what it's called. See, I should have written it down the word at that very moment. Because, well . . . when you're over 50, you'll understand why! Anyway, Mr Music said he has been playing this fiddle for only two years. He took it up when he retired.
Then last night at the metro, this sign jumped out at me as we were waiting for the train. It's Mordison Wedding Agency. You can get yourself a husband in Europe, the USA or Canada. The red cursive writing says, We want you to be happy! So there are the phone numbers. The package includes a studio photo, internet access and translation services. Talk about service.
Surely there's no connection between the name of the agency, Mordinson, and the word mordant, meaning cutting and sarcastic, the dictionary tells me. Surely not.
So there we have it, dear friends - Get milk! Get music! Get married! It's simply that easy here in Kharkov, Ukraine. We just want for you to be happy!