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One weekend my family and friends from the Yasnogarsk Machine Factory went for a picnic. We wanted to share some of our photos with you. | |
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I'm barbecuing shashlik on the grill. Don't be fooled by the serious look. | |
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It was a hot summer day, and we all relaxed. But now that it's the Russian winter, no more bathing suits outdoors. | |
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Another day a group of workers went to the metal workers' housing area in the town of Revyakino. We partied in the bus on the way down. | |
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When we got to Revyakino, some local parachutists wowed the crowd with their precision skydiving. I've always dreamed of parachuting, but never have. | |
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Back at our makeshift office across from the factory, I and two other workers review every invoice and bill passing through the factory, just to make sure no one is stealing company property. We left the portrait of Lenin hanging where it had always been. It's part of our history. | |
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My office colleague Julia stays abreast of the news. | |