I have a serious crush on all things Russian–the land, the language. *sigh* Major swoonage for Auntie Heather. So for fun, I hopped on babelfish and translated my name, Heather Brewer, into Russian. Brewer Вереска–that’s me. 
And now I’m off to NOT procrastinate, as I only have a little over three weeks until revisions of Eighth Grade Bites are due. Be good, my minions (I know better than to tell you to behave), while I’m strapped for time.
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Hi Heather:
I absolutely LOVE your Russian name. Alas, I AM Russian. So Orloff it is.
E
P.S. As an aside . . . Growing up with my Russian family? All nuts . . . all brooders. LOL! I know it’s a stereotype . . . but they fit it.
I LOVE your name, Erica! And I want desperately turn learn Russian…how cool would that be??
Incidentally, the second book in my Vlad series features a trip to lovely Siberia.
It’s all Greek to me…
No, no, Jackie…it’s Russian.
Hi Heather
I have cousins sentenced to Siberia (we don’t know what happened to them). It’s a country of sadness to me. But there is something lyrical about it, too. If you are sending Vlad there, DEFINITELY check out the various sites about Chernobyl–very dramatic. Also, there is a Russian horse similar to the camel–thick neck and can go ages without water. Very dramatic and beautiful. So much of Russia has these extreme type of elements and stories.
E
Thanks, Erica–such interesting elements! And I agree–there’s a sadness that s there, but it’s so beautiful and much of it untouched–a rarity in these tear-it-down-to-build-it-up times. Vlad will be visiting a small mountain village outside of Novosibirsk. It’ll be a chore for him to get there, but, well…you’ll see.