Zdrastvutie Gene! (Yevgeni?) BALSHOIE SPASIBE! Rastolikov! This russki production number is finally starting to get some legs! Thanks to you, your Russian friend, and kind man named Murray, my search of nearly 3 years is finally starting to see some musical light at the end of the tunnel. I have a Russian rehearsal sweatshirt that proclaims in Cyrillic: “I believe in the light at the end of the tunnel!... and hope it not the headlight of an oncoming train!” I have asked a friend with a computer to try and send you my holiday greetings and thanks in the form of a Russian Christmas card a wonderful friend's Grandmother managed to save despite the revolution of 1917, Stalin, WW2, Khrushchev until her immigration under perestroika... I hope it is possible for you to receive. It is my one extravagance this year to have it turned into a personalized greeting card for a few elect and wonderful people who have improved the quality of my life this year. As my paruski grammar is plokah, I had a friend properly translate the greeting using a Cyrillic font computer. O if you suddenly fid Ded Maroz with a band of revelers blowing horns in a large troika... don't panic. And the Imperial matryoshka and St. Basil one in blue with the Ukrainian girl from the Poltava region in costume are just samples of my handiwork. The Ukrainian girl is just 1 of 16 ethnic kids made on 32 in dolls for a local store’s Christmas display. As we sit on the day before Christmas Eve, may I offer my thanks on so many of us who lost our jobs as the kindness of you mudcatters for this computer illiterate dumb blond is about the best Christmas present Ded Maroz could ever send me. Crodjestvom Kristovom! glupy amerikanietz, CRAIG