A couple of weeks ago some Russian friends of ours invited us to their dacha, about 40 minutes south of Voronezh. We met at Lenin Square at 6 in the evening, spent the whole night there and got back to Voronezh at 3 the next day. We talked (a mixture of English and Russian) and had a barbeque. Then we talked some more. I woke up earlier than the others the next day and it was nice just to sit on the porch and breathe clean air and listen to the birds. It was cold though. When everyone woke up we had cake for breakfast and went down to the beach.
The Dacha
Almost every Russian has a dacha and it’s part of their culture. I guess if you live in a big city like Voronezh or Moscow you’d want to get away every once in a while. And they definitely have the space for it.
