Dear Leonard, Penny, Howard and Rajesh

I hasten to tell you that everything is fine with me. There is the fourth day of my journey to Russia. The conditions are almost unbearable, but I have the example of Dr. Spock in front of my eyes and internally fasten. I began to eat this strange Russian food that babushkas constantly offer me. I think now I am 90% boiled eggs, grilled chicken, cucumbers and pirozhki. I almost spent my supply of wet wipes and soon begin to smell like everyone on this train. However, the difficulties of the road are compensated for by the wonderful views of the cities and the countryside outside the window.

But let me put my notes in order:

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