Vladimir

Vladimir Peskov III immigrated to the United States with his parents from Moscow on an Aeroflot Tupolev Tu-154 when he was just a fledgling, or so he was told by the Ohio orphanage who cared for him until a few months ago.  He doesn’t remember his ma or pa and he prefers not to think about his past. He has three brothers and two sisters, and must work to earn their food. He performs traditional Russian dances like the Chort or the Koza and earns a few seeds, just enough to survive. Here he is performing a few days ago.

Skinny legs.

Skinny legs making sure his audience is paying attention.

His performance begins.

Preparing for his dive.

Double checking.

His return.

Bidding his audience farewell.

67 responses to “Vladimir

  1. So cute! I’d name him Karenin, because I finished today reading Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. It’s an amazing story and made me remember Moscow.

  2. Vladimir III… your stories and photos always brighten my day, Mr Snap.

    Great shots. Vlad’s family back in Russia would be pleased.

  3. I love your stories! Today I was a judge for a bunch of stories written by children, and their imagination was superb. One wrote a story about a piece of paper that would not go to sleep and be still so the writer could write on it. Another wrote about a turtle who on Opposite Day got a pair of rocket shoes in order to travel really fast. Yay for human imagination! I’m guessing you went through that line twice.

  4. Thanks for the insight into Vladimir’s life. By the way who named him Vladimir? His parents (whom he cannot remember), the orphanage (who were gracious enough to take him in) or…you?

  5. Thanks for liking my post. It made me realise that I’m not following you and I was before! So thanks for the reminder – I love this blog! 🙂

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