We sat in the living room/dining room/bedroom of the humble, one room apartment. We were surrounded by warmth, love, and an abundance of Russian food. Tanya and her mother, Svyeta, had invited us over for lunch and to hear songs Tanya had written.
After our tummies were more-than-full, Tanya stood at the windowsill where here keyboard lay and played and sang the songs she'd written for God. We felt so priveleged to be included in this. We pray that many more Russians and Buryats will create songs, dances and artwork that brings glory to our Creator.
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