A little more reading through my friends feed, and I’ll go kiss the bark of some supposedly relict oak on Tverskoy Boulevard (a central boulevard in Moscow). And by the way, what oak is that supposed to be? There’s nothing there except beer stalls. And Panyushkin wrote an article to answer the question he gets asked most often: "Valery, why don’t you have a LiveJournal?" He can’t exactly answer honestly: "Because people would tear me apart in the comments." So instead he wrote an article about the oak, Dubrovsky, and the king’s opinion.
Places