Maybe I shouldn't admit this horrendous ignorance and possession of such a patently ridiculous preconceived cliche (I'm Canadian for chrissakes, eh), but my mental images of Russia have always involved a dark, cold country with square utilitarian bunker-like buildings made of concrete. Even when I tried to read War and Peace these were not the images I had in my mind when the author spoke of Russian palaces, let alone train stations:
Now, if only the dog sled stations around here could look more like this, I might not complain so bitterly about my commute every morning.
