As we have long foreseen, Alla Pugacheva's soul recently grew too large for one body to contain. To protect us all from a Tunguska-level soul overload event, she spawned two new bodies to contain the overflow.
This is the homepage for the glorious site BigRussianSoul.com. Look on its soul, ye mighty, and despair.
If you find yourself confused as to why you are here, odds are you have no Big Russian Soul (BRS) and will only be confused if you pursue things further. But if you are a self-assured bearer of a mighty BRS, or even if you are just an intrepid wannabe, step right in. Grab a pickle. Let us take the measure of your soul.
Is it still tragic if it's non-fatal? We do not know. That, I would say, is a philosophical question. We do know one thing, however.
Where are you going? Туда и обратно. But soulfully, as befits one who drinks with a multitude of sweaty dwarves.
The next-to-the-next-to-last drinking holiday of the Christmas season. You should be fairly well inebriated by now, though keep in mind that it's best to peak at Old Christmas and ride that buzz through Old New Year's.
Don't miss this unique chance to celebrate Christmas twice! It's a day-off-from-work deal, too.
Tonight we're gonna party like your husband's away in jail. Thank you, people who work for prosecutors!
Celebrated by zillions every year. But it doesn't mean what you think it means... "Press" is a noun.
Drink a toast to Russia's finest. (Not to be confused with "Corpse of Engineer Day," which a more obscure holiday.)
The siege of Leningrad really sucked. Goddam fascists.