I am not much of a photographer, but every so often when something seems pleasing, I try to take a photo. Usually, the result manages to capture whatever stuck my fancy - enough to satisfy me.
Not in this case. Anastasia has been taking Russian lessons from a friend of ours - Nastya came here before she started school in Russian, so while she can speak, she never learned to read and write. Anyway, as she and her teacher worked I attempted to take photos of the tea things, and the book....with little success. In person it all seemed very idyllic and beautiful. The weather was lovely - and the setting, in Sveta's garden, so peaceful. The tea things beautiful in their simple way. No hint of that in the photos, I'm afraid.
The sad little addendum is that somehow after only a few lessons, she dug in her heels and refused to go any longer. (And she had requested the lessons in the first place!) I cannot figure out why. She loves to study and work. She couldn't really articulate it, either which is not like her. All I can think is that somehow it makes her sad...that she can't read and write? That she isn't in Russia? But even as she was telling me that she didn't want to go anymore, she was looking sad, but listening to Russian pop music, so it beats me.