Out in the countryside, near Kerhonkson, NY, a group of Russian friends always gathered on New Year’s Eve at the main Dacha, for food, song, dance, performances, costumes after midnight, and revelry. One of their traditions I particularly loved was to just scream yourself blue in the face at midnight to get RID OF everything you hated about the year tha…
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