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Today Josh Neal returns to interview J. Otto Pohl on his landmark - but woefully under appreciated - work of historical scholarship The Years of Great Silence. Buy Ottos book here. Follow him on twitter.Buy Josh's book here. Follow him on twitter.Follow me on Substack!From the back of the book: “This monograph provides a detailed yet concise narrative of the history of the ethnic Germans in the Russian Empire and USSR. It starts with the settlement in the Russian Empire by German colonists in the Volga, Black Sea, and other regions in 1764, tracing their development and Tsarist state policies towards them up until 1917. After the Bolshevik Revolution, Soviet policy towards its ethnic Germans varied. It shifted from a generally favorable policy in the 1920s to a much more oppressive one in the 1930s, i.e. already before the Soviet-German war.J. Otto Pohl traces the development of Soviet repression of ethnic Germans. In particular, he focuses on the years 1941 to 1955 during which this oppression reached its peak. These years became known as “the Years of Great Silence” (“die Jahre des grossen Schweigens”). In fact, until the era of glasnost (transparency) and perestroika (rebuilding) in the late 1980s, the events that defined these years for the Soviet Germans could not be legally researched, written about, or even publicly spoken about, within the USSR.”
Today Josh Neal returns to interview J. Otto Pohl on his landmark - but woefully under appreciated - work of historical scholarship The Years of Great Silence. Buy Ottos book here. Follow him on twitter.Buy Josh's book here. Follow him on twitter.Follow me on Substack!From the back of the book: “This monograph provides a detailed yet concise narrative of the history of the ethnic Germans in the Russian Empire and USSR. It starts with the settlement in the Russian Empire by German colonists in the Volga, Black Sea, and other regions in 1764, tracing their development and Tsarist state policies towards them up until 1917. After the Bolshevik Revolution, Soviet policy towards its ethnic Germans varied. It shifted from a generally favorable policy in the 1920s to a much more oppressive one in the 1930s, i.e. already before the Soviet-German war.J. Otto Pohl traces the development of Soviet repression of ethnic Germans. In particular, he focuses on the years 1941 to 1955 during which this oppression reached its peak. These years became known as “the Years of Great Silence” (“die Jahre des grossen Schweigens”). In fact, until the era of glasnost (transparency) and perestroika (rebuilding) in the late 1980s, the events that defined these years for the Soviet Germans could not be legally researched, written about, or even publicly spoken about, within the USSR.”
Today Josh Neal returns to interview J. Otto Pohl on his landmark - but woefully under appreciated - work of historical scholarship The Years of Great Silence. Buy Ottos book here. Follow him on twitter.Buy Josh's book here. Follow him on twitter.Follow me on Substack!From the back of the book: “This monograph provides a detailed yet concise narrative of the history of the ethnic Germans in the Russian Empire and USSR. It starts with the settlement in the Russian Empire by German colonists in the Volga, Black Sea, and other regions in 1764, tracing their development and Tsarist state policies towards them up until 1917. After the Bolshevik Revolution, Soviet policy towards its ethnic Germans varied. It shifted from a generally favorable policy in the 1920s to a much more oppressive one in the 1930s, i.e. already before the Soviet-German war.J. Otto Pohl traces the development of Soviet repression of ethnic Germans. In particular, he focuses on the years 1941 to 1955 during which this oppression reached its peak. These years became known as “the Years of Great Silence” (“die Jahre des grossen Schweigens”). In fact, until the era of glasnost (transparency) and perestroika (rebuilding) in the late 1980s, the events that defined these years for the Soviet Germans could not be legally researched, written about, or even publicly spoken about, within the USSR.”
What Kind of house did Baba Yaga Have? Why should Poland be banned from owning horses? How many animal parts can be put on a human? What the HELL is a Volga? Shaggy gives us a full education lesson on some folklore, Urban Legends, and hauntings.
La Cámara de Diputados, por una iniciativa de Lénico Aranda, declaró de interés legislativo la gala en conmemoración del Día del Inmigrante Alemán del Volga, a desarrollarse en el Teatro 3 de Febrero este martes 15 de abril. José Gareis, organizador del espectáculo, dialogó con Radio Diputados.
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Batu continues his campaign westwards. Despite winning his battles, circumstances force him to return to the Volga to consolidate his rule.
À l'occasion de la Journée mondiale de l'eau, le 22 mars, BSG rediffuse cette série de Petit Poisson deviendra Podcast dédiée aux plus gros poissons d'eau douce.La famille des Esturgeons (Acipense ridae) rassemble 25 espèces, toutes dans l'hémisphère Nord.Les Esturgeons sont à la fois les «Léviathans» et les «Mathusalems» des poissons d'eau douce. Ils comptent parmi les plus gros et les plus vieux poissons du monde. En tête de liste: l'Esturgeon beluga de cet épisode (Huso huso). Une femelle prise en 1827 dans l'estuaire de la Volga mesurait 7,2 m pour une masse de 1 571 kg. Certains pourraient vivre plus de 150 ans.Il ne faut pas confondre l'Esturgeon béluga avec son homonyme cétacé le Béluga alias “baleine blanche”. Leur nom vient d'un mot russe signifiant «blanc».En terme de poids, l'Esturgeon béluga fait de l'ombre au placide Poisson lune, l'un des plus gros poissons osseux vivants. Le Beluga rivalise également avec le grand Requin blanc, le Requin du Groenland pour le titre de plus grand poisson prédateur.Mais restons en eau douce. L'Esturgeon béluga est beaucoup plus grand que le Silure glane, le Poisson-chat géant du Mékong ou l'Arapaima, les autres “stars” de notre série d'épisodes sur les poissons géants d'eau douce.Pour certains scientifiques, le Poisson-Chat géant du Mékong détient le record du plus grand poisson d'eau douce au sens strict. En effet, les Esturgeons vivent la plupart du temps en mer et en eau saumâtre.Depuis les années 1930, les Esturgeons sont dramatiquement exploités pour les œufs… le célèbre caviar (béluga, sevruga, ossetra…). Ironie du sort, au début, cet autre “or noir” servaient de nourriture aux cochons et aux poules. Cette surexploitation, malgré les élevages créés, est en train d'exterminer ces géants._______
Слушайте, делитесь с друзьями Русский поп, каким ты его ещё не слышал! Идеально для тех, кто любит эксперименты со звуком и новые музыкальные ощущения Русский поп в неожиданной и стильной обработке от лучших диджеев. Знакомые хиты в свежем звучании. Поп-музыка с новой глубиной. Необычная интерпретация знакомых треков.
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If you'd like to get these episodes early AND ad-free, please go to https://www.patreon.com/unspoiled and become a patron, or just follow us as a free member for updates!Thank you very much to Tara for commissioning this episode! We're finally back to the Red Rising universe, and these chapters have Ephrain sticking up for Volga, Romulus getting couped by his wife, and Darrow leading a prison break that, of course, goes awry. Thanks so much to you all for listening, and I will see you again soon with a new episode! Wanna talk spoilers? Join the Discord! https://discord.gg/rEF2KfZxfV
Vous écoutez le podcast "Les interviews Histoire", notre émission hebdomadaire gratuite pour tous. Abonnez-vous à "5.000 ans d'Histoire" et accédez à environ 350 podcasts d'1 heure pour seulement 2€ par mois sans Pub ! Avec une nouvelle émission chaque semaine : https://m.audiomeans.fr/s/S-tavkjvmo À l'Ouest, on associe la Russie à une forme de lutte extrême, offensive ou défensive. C'est par la guerre que la Russie des tsars est entrée dans le concert des nations européennes. L'URSS s'est posée en champion de la paix et de l'amitié entre les peuples, mais c'est par la guerre qu'elle est devenue une superpuissance, avant de s'effondrer.Dans le discours identitaire russe actuel, l'orthodoxie et la guerre, dans leur dimension sacrificielle, occupent de plus en plus de place. Depuis 2000, le régime de Vladimir Poutine pratique une politique de repli agressif qui a engendré des « opérations militaires » aux ambitions croissantes, débouchant sur l'invasion de l'Ukraine en 2022. Il mobilise l'Histoire, de même que les ressources matérielles et humaines du pays, mais, paradoxalement, refuse encore de se déclarer en guerre.Pour mieux comprendre l'actualité, ce livre se donne le recul du temps long, du règne d'Ivan le Terrible à nos jours, depuis la prise de Kazan sur la Volga (1552) et la première tentative de conquête russe des pays baltes (1558-1583), jusqu'aux événements de 2022-2023.L'auteur, l'historien et spécialiste Pierre Gonneau est notre invité, en partenariat avec le Salon du livre d'Histoire de Versailles.
Août 1942 : sur les bords de la Volga, Stalingrad devient l'un des tournants de la seconde guerre mondiale. Revivez l'affrontement titanesque entre les deux maîtres d'un monde en guerre, deux jusqu'au-boutistes qui entraînent leurs troupes dans un siège meurtrier, faisant près de 2 millions de morts. Crédits : Lorànt Deutsch, Emma Locatelli. Du lundi au vendredi de 15h à 15h30, Lorànt Deutsch vous révèle les secrets des personnages historiques les plus captivants !
We're onto our second episode of the year - looking at the story of Islam in Russia! Flying us through the history is Dr Danielle Ross, a specialist of Islamic and Russian-Soviet history at the State University of Utah. Russia is home to one of the world's largest Muslim populations, with a rich and complex history that stretches back over a thousand years. We start with its early introduction in the Volga region, and travel through the Caucasus, Central Asia, and the Crimea. We explore the role of Tatar Muslims, and the shifting policies of Tsars, Soviets, and modern Russia towards their Muslim citizens. Despite periods of repression and revival, Islam remains a vital force in Russia's diverse society today, shaping everything from local traditions to geopolitical dynamics. Join us as we uncover the resilience and contributions of Russia's Muslim communities in this captivating episode.
Los vikingos, esos guerreros nórdicos de aspecto desaliñado y formas rudas recorriendo las costas europeas de saqueo en saqueo, han cautivado la imaginación popular durante siglos. Pero la imagen estereotipada del vikingo con casco con cuernos y hacha en mano, sediento de sangre y botín, es una simplificación contemporánea. Los vikingos, originarios de Escandinavia, fueron algo más que saqueadores: se dedicaron a la exploración y al comercio, colonizaron las islas del Atlantico norte y muchos de ellos se terminaron fundiendo con las poblaciones de otras zonas de Europa construyendo señoríos propios como el de Normandía o el de Sicilia. Su sociedad original estaba organizada en torno a una estructura jerárquica de caudillos, nobles, hombres libres y esclavos que profesaban un religión politeísta, con deidades que muy conocidas en nuestra época como Odín o Thor. Impulsados por una combinación de factores, como la superpoblación en Escandinavia, la búsqueda de nuevas tierras y riquezas, y las luchas de poder internas, los vikingos se lanzaron a la mar en sus versátiles embarcaciones, los drakkars, capaces de navegar tanto por ríos como por mar abierto. Esa expansión empezó en el año 793 cuando un grupo de guerreros del norte saqueó el monasterio de Lindisfarne en la costa norte de Inglaterra. Ese fue el comienzo de lo que se conoce como época de los vikingos, un periodo que duró unos tres siglos y que llevaría a este pueblo del extremo norte hasta el imperio bizantino por el este y Norteamérica por el oeste. Los vikingos se apoderaron de las islas Británicas, desde allí, se aventuraron por el gélido océano ártico y recalaron en Islandia, Groenlandia e incluso llegaron a las costas de América del Norte 500 años antes que Cristóbal Colón. Llegaron incluso a fundar un efímero asentamiento en L’Anse aux Meadows, en la isla de Terranova, a la que llamaron Vinlandia. Hacia el este, los vikingos recorrieron los ríos de las actuales Rusia y Ucrania como el Volga, el Dniéper o el Don trazando rutas comerciales que les condujeron hasta el Mar Negro. Entraron en contacto con Bizancio y el mundo árabe. Su presencia en estas regiones dio origen a la denominación "varegos" dejando de paso las primeras huellas en la formación de los primeros estados eslavos. Hacia el sur, los vikingos asolaron las costas de Francia, Portugal y España, luego se internaron en el Mediterráneo. En el norte de Francia llegaron a asentarse dando lugar al ducado de Normandía, cuyos señores terminarían conquistando Inglaterra a mediados del siglo XI. Los vikingos eran un pueblo tan versátil como sus barcos. Combinaban el saqueo, la conquista y el comercio. Como saqueadores eran implacables y se ganaron merecida fama de bárbaros entre los pueblos del sur del continente, pero como comerciantes demostraron ser muy habilidosos. Eran tratantes de esclavos y llevaban productos del norte muy demandados como la madera, el ámbar o las pieles para intercambiarlos por otros llegados del Mediterráneo y la ruta de la seda. Para ello se valían de sus barcos, extraordinariamente rápidos y maniobrables. El impulso vikingo se fue apagando con el tiempo. A finales del siglo XI el cristianismo ya había llegado a Escandinavia, lo que permitió que aquella tierra se integrase dentro de la cristiandad europea adoptando con ello su cultura y estilo de vida. Durante siglos no se volvió a hablar de ellos hasta que durante el romanticismo fueron recuperados y comenzó su estudio en serio por parte de los historiadores. 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SO INTENSE!! Enemy at the Gates Full Reaction Watch Along: https://www.patreon.com/thereelrejects Follow Us On Socials: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/ Tik-Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@thereelrejects?lang=en Twitter: https://x.com/thereelrejects Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ For our Historical / Drama entry this week, Andrew Gordon & Aaron Alexander Return to give their FIRST TIME Reaction, Commentary, Analysis, Breakdown, & Full Movie Spoiler Review for the epic World War II Drama which sees A Russian and a German sniper play a game of cat-and-mouse during the Battle of Stalingrad... Enemy at the Gates stars Jude Law (The Talented Mr. Ripley, Sherlock Holmes, Skeleton Crew) as Vasily Zaitsev & Ed Harris (Apollo 13, The Truman Show, A History of Violence) as Major Erwin König along with Joseph Fiennes (Shakespeare in Love, Hercules) as Commissar Danilov, Rachel Weisz (The Mummy, Black Widow, The Favourite) as Tania Chernova, Bob Hoskins (Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Super Mario Bros) as Nikita Khrushchev, Ron Perlman (Hellboy, Pacific Rim, Fallout), Gabriel Thomson (The New Adventures of Pinocchio) as Sacha, & MORE! Andrew & Aaron REACT to all the Best Scenes & Most Intense Moments including the Battle of Stalingrad, Crossing the Volga, Do YOu Know How to Shoot?, Nikita Khruschev, Soup Time, Koulikov Jumps First, Trapped, Danilov's Sacrifice, Endgame, & Beyond! NOTE FOR YOUTUBE: All Footage Featured From "Enemy at the Gates" Is From A FICTIONAL Horror Movie. Any & All References To Violence Or "Mature Content" Is NOT Real #EnemyAtTheGates #MovieReaction #HistoricalTuesday #DramaTuesday #Stalingrad #TheBattleOfStalingrad #WorldWarII #TheaGreatWar #JudeLaw #EdHarris #RachelWeisz #JosephFiennes #WarMovie #WorldWar2 #WorldWarIIMovie Follow Aaron On Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/therealaaronalexander/?hl=en Follow Andrew Gordon on Socials: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@MovieSource Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/agor711/?hl=en Twitter: https://twitter.com/Agor711 Support The Channel By Getting Some REEL REJECTS Apparel! https://www.rejectnationshop.com/ Music Used In Manscaped Ad: Hat the Jazz by Twin Musicom is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ POWERED BY @GFUEL Visit https://gfuel.ly/3wD5Ygo and use code REJECTNATION for 20% off select tubs!! Head Editor: https://www.instagram.com/praperhq/?hl=en Co-Editor: Greg Alba Co-Editor: John Humphrey Music In Video: Airport Lounge - Disco Ultralounge by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Ask Us A QUESTION On CAMEO: https://www.cameo.com/thereelrejects Follow TheReelRejects On FACEBOOK, TWITTER, & INSTAGRAM: FB: https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/ TWITTER: https://twitter.com/thereelrejects Follow GREG ON INSTAGRAM & TWITTER: INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/thegregalba/ TWITTER: https://twitter.com/thegregalba Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
ယူကရိန်းဒရုန်းထိမှန်မီးလောင်ခဲ့တဲ့ Volga စက်မှုဇုံ ဒေသမှာ ၅ ရက်ကြာမီးငြိမ်းသတ်ခဲ့ရ၊ ကချင်ပြည်နယ် ဖားကန့် နေရာ ၂ နေရာမှာ စစ်ကောင်စီကလေကြောင်းက တိုက်ခိုက်ခဲ့တာကြောင့် အရပ်သား ၁၀ ယောက်ကျော် သေဆုံး၊ မြန်မာနိုင်ငံအတွင်းက အွန်လိုင်း ငွေကြေးလိမ်လည်မှု လုပ်ငန်းတွေမှာ နိုင်ငံပေါင်း ၂၁ နိုင်ငံက လူပေါင်း ၆,၀၀၀ ကျော်လောက် အဓမ္မခိုင်းစေခံနေရ
En Azerbaïdjan, où a eu lieu la COP29 du 13 au 24 novembre 2024, les conséquences du changement climatique sont déjà évidentes. Le pays connait une crise d'approvisionnement en eau sans précédent, et la mer Caspienne, la plus grande étendue d'eau intérieure au monde, a baissé de trois mètres depuis 1995. Un drame pour les villages alentour, comme à Balikcilar, où 95% de la population vit de la pêche depuis des générations. De notre envoyée spéciale de retour de Balikcilar,Balikcilar, littéralement « le village des pêcheurs », a perdu toute sa raison d'exister. Ces dernières années, l'eau de la mer Caspienne a reculé. Les poissons, eux, ont migré. avec elle, les poissons ont migré. « Ça a tellement changé. Avant, l'eau montait jusqu'ici », constate un habitant de ce village d'Azerbaïdjan.Le village créé par l'Union soviétique dans les années 1930 pour accueillir les pécheurs azéris a, lui, été déserté. « Avant, il y avait plus de 200 familles qui vivaient ici. Désormais, il n'y en a plus que 56. Il n'y a plus de poissons, donc il n'y a plus rien à faire. Les jeunes partent tous dans les grandes villes, à Bakou, même en Russie et en Turquie », poursuit le même habitant.« Tout l'Azerbaïdjan connaissait notre village. Les pêcheurs de Balikcilar étaient célèbres. Et puis, entre pêcheurs, on s'entraidait comme des frères. Aujourd'hui, c'est différent. On galère tellement », complète un autre.« La mer Caspienne n'est pas épargnée »Dans le salon de thé, une baraque désormais entourée de marécages, de vieux pêcheurs se rappellent l'époque où les vagues frôlaient encore les fondations de leur maison. Désormais, le village est une étendue de sable gris où s'entassent les algues sèches, les détritus, les vieux filets de pêche.Velia Gaillard, 70 ans, nous montre sur son téléphone d'anciennes photos de sa barque remplie de poissons. Un vieux souvenir de 1992 : « Dans ce village, nous sommes tous nés pécheurs, notre chair est faite de poisson. Mon grand-père était pêcheur, mon père l'était également, et moi, je le suis devenu. Mais mon fils, non. Je ne le laisserai pas devenir pêcheur. C'est devenu le boulot le plus dur au monde. J'ai jeté ma dernière pierre à la mer, désormais, je suis réparateur. Je fais de la soudure. J'étais pécheur, c'était beau. Tout ça à cause de l'écologie. La mer Caspienne n'est pas épargnée. »À lire aussiCOP29: les défenseurs du climat de plus en plus réprimés en Azerbaïdjan et dans le mondeRisque de déséquilibre de l'écosystèmeÀ l'origine du phénomène, il y a la baisse des précipitations. Il y a aussi l'augmentation des températures. Et il y a surtout l'intensification des irrigations agricoles et des extractions d'eau dans la Volga et l'Oural, les deux fleuves qui alimentent la mer Caspienne. Bien que les cinq pays côtiers soient concernés, aucun accord au système de gouvernance n'a encore été mis en place.En Azerbaïdjan, le phénomène est déjà visible partout. Bakou, la capitale, est désormais entourée de terres grises et boueuses, au milieu desquelles sont creusés des puits pour extraire du pétrole. Avec ces derniers, l'eau de la Caspienne a été polluée. À terme, la mer connaît un risque d'eutrophisation, un processus qui peut entraîner une baisse de l'oxygène et asphyxier les poissons. « C'est Dieu qui l'a voulu ainsi. Qui sommes-nous pour y faire quelque chose ? », lâche un pêcheur.Près de la Caspienne, quand la mer se retire, restent les légendes, comme celle d'un esturgeon d'une demi-tonne pêchée au tournant des années 1990, que se répète, à Balikcilar comme ailleurs, tous les anciens.À lire aussiMer Caspienne: les pays riverains signent un accord historique
The Hoes and Bitches Need A Champion.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. ‘Once you go Black, you don't go back; unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl, or guy who has tried Black, then found sexual fulfillment with a non-Black person and created a blissful relationship with them'Introduction:Right off the bat, be warned that I'm using the 'N' words, nigger, niggah, my niggah, plus homie, thug, coon, buck, spook, spade and whatever other crude racial slurs that come to mind. This story plays to both Black and White stereotypes.Lastly, this story is rather flippant with the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have red my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that cock'Prelude:My tale begins as the Winter Man Saga 1300 years ago, about the year 700 AD. One small clan of my Swedish ancestors lost a brutal feud with their neighbors. Their farms were burned, animals slaughtered and their women and children taken as slaves. Only three young brother-warriors survived, wounded but unconquered. The victors chased them high into the mountains when a terrible winter storm struck.The three brothers were trudging across a glacier between the mountain peaks in Whiteout conditions. The lead brother stepped into a crevasse and slid to the bottom of the glacier. Not giving up on their last kinsman, the other two slid down into the darkness after him. At the roots of that glacier they found an ice cavern formed by snow that fell 100,000 years ago.They melted the ice for water with their body heat and in doing so, unleashed a demoness (virus) that no man had ever known and survived. The three men grew very sick, but their fierce desire for vengeance kept them from succumbing. When they emerged from their icy tomb, they discovered that several of their pursuers had frozen to death in the blizzard and the rest had returned to their stolen homes and purloined lands, thinking the three brothers were dead.In the dark of the long northern night, they snuck upon the Great Hall of their enemies. When one of the brothers saw his 'former' wife doing a slave's work, he revealed himself to her. She rejoiced at the return of her love; physically, then brought the three table scraps to survive on. In the process, they learned that their sisters were also alive and the sexual playthings of their male nemeses.Due to the depth of winter, stealing back their womenfolk wasn't possible. They'd all freeze to death if they didn't starve first. To repay their enemy's wickedness, one of the brother's snapped and raped one of the chief's daughters. He was possessed with an unearthly desire and held her in a stable for hours. Only when he was utterly spent did he fall asleep.She ran to her father and returned with many warriors. So the first of the brothers was taken. He was tortured and abused. For three long nights he suffered at the hands of his captors yet refused to admit any of his other brothers were still alive. After that third night, the chief's daughter sneaked past the sleeping guards of the chained man, and raped him.For the next five nights, while her father, brothers and husband slept, she raped and raped and raped that brother. On the fifth night, a sister-in-law caught her at it. The daughter pled for the other to spare her; that the man's sexual prowess had ensnared her. She even challenged her kinswoman to sample the 'fruit' before turning her in. Five women later, the brother cracked and told the women how to find his brothers.The night after the Spring Equinox Celebrations, the women of their enemy rose up and slaughtered all their adult menfolk at the behest of the three brothers, on the conditions that their youngest sons be spared and that the men continue to share their favors with all the womenfolk (who were not their kin).The Sammi ClanThe isolated region of the land of the Swedes kept my ancestors out of contact with the wider world for some time. Many generations later, a son of that clan came to lead a band of (female) Finns. His Swedish name is forgotten. The Finns called him Sami (the Exalted One, no shit). He and this band took to fur trading along the Eastern tributaries of the Volga.In time, this group became identified with the Varangian. The Sons of Sami intermarried with the Slavs, becoming Slavicized and the Sons of Sami became Samsonovs. They followed the Rus expansion into the eastern tributaries of the Volga reaching Nizhny Novgorod in the 10th century.Then came the Mongol Conquest, the Tartar Yoke, Rus reunification and the Russian drive across Siberia. The Samsonovs remained tightly clannish and uncomfortable in urban settings. That wanderlust led them across the Bering Straits into Alaska where their genetic abnormality, the gift of that ancient demoness (virus), slumbered in isolation and monogamy.After a thousand years, the tales of mass orgies with strange women and protective female war bands faded into obscurity. Then my Mom, the brilliant, driven eccentric came along. Once she became enraptured with her own Samsonov lover, she had to know the secret of Samsonov men's sexual prowess.With her burning intellect and educational background, she eventually figured it out. She was also amoral enough to keep the knowledge to herself and vengeful enough to plan to use our curse as a weapon.My Living Family· Father, Nikolay 'Nik' Samsonov;· Mother, Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov;· The Triplets, Alexander 'Alex', Mikhail and Vladimir 'Vlad'; that's me.Sitting at the dinner table, I protested; ‘Mom, You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we have sex with to our schlongs? That's nuts!'Mom retorted; ‘As opposed to thinking the color, length and girth of a phallus makes any woman lose all sense of loyalty, morality and decorum so she can become a man's sex sleeve, whore, bitch, property? Yes, I do.'The lives of my family took an unexpected detour in the spring of this year. My great-aunt Matilda (Mattie) died and willed her estate to Mom. I had never met the woman while she was alive yet in death she would have a profound effect on all our lives. Mom's family was a mess; a crowded dingy with a madhouse of odd characters.Lionel was my eldest maternal uncle. He was a Big, Bulging Brain working as a Chief Technical Advisor for NASA; a solitary crusader for all Mankind. What was he a technical advisor for? If anything left terra firma for more than fifteen seconds, he knew every detail about it. That included volcanic eruptions too. When we were younger, he invited us to various volcanoes (both above and beneath the waves). Great guy.Cassius, my second uncle, was serving time in Indonesia for piracy. Mom said he was meaner than every saltwater crocodile that ever lived. The two times I'd met him, he'd been a lean, happy laconic kind of guy with a love for military history. Mom said he was a charismatic rebel who was possessed by an obsession to defy authority in all its forms.Dido was child number three; my Mom's older sister, married to an Evangelical Televangelist in Nebraska under an assumed name, Paula Richmond. She also had a MD in Psychiatry and a Master's in Public Communications (under her real name), which she kept secret from the fundamentalist congregation. The few times we met; she was the perfect mother. Secretly, we three sons wished she'd been our mother instead of our real mother. Mom said Aunt Dido was a master manipulator and wielded a cruel whip;Then there was Mom's twin, Uncle Theo, who never lived in one place, traveled all around the globe and had every law enforcement agency in the civilized world looking for him. We always receiving presents from him during all the normal holidays; like Michaelmas, Holy Week, the start of Lent, Martinmas (his favorite) and our birthdays; which arrived at random, unrelated times of the year and never from the same location.He was the only one we'd never met, but the one Mom loved the most. Dad suspected he was a narco-trafficker while Mom insisted he was too paranoid to be considered reliable for that line of work. Mom told us he'd spent his formative years killing people for Uncle Sam until one day he simply walked away from Fort Bragg and became an independent contractor.The Defense Department sent some fine, brave men from Joint Special Operation Command, to talk to Mom every few months. They made sure not to trip over the CIA and Homeland Security types who occasionally staked out our house. We boys guessed they came around every time Uncle Theo assassinated people. Mom taught us how to appreciate them in an elaborate ritual she called 'April Fool's, which became an 'any day of the year' activity.My Mom's father (I never met the guy) was a leader of a cult in Nevada. He went down, guns blazing during a DEA raid. Apparently his interests included both harems and marijuana production.Mom's mom? She left my Mother outside a dive bar in San Diego and was never seen again. She had doctorates in Biology and Physics as well as the reputation for being a certifiable Space Cadet. Mom insisted her mom hadn't abandoned her, she'd simply forgotten where she left her youngest daughter who was 15 at the time.After five days, Mom decided to join an Alternative Rock band instead of looking for the lady yet again. Seven years later, she was declared legally dead; though all her offspring believed she was still alive; somewhere; doing something.Then you had Dad's family. We had some characters on that side of the family, just not like Mom's. For starters, Samsonovs were bred for law enforcement. We'd been arresting bad guys since the 1500's. We'd been doing that in Alaska since the time of the tsars. When the Alaskan Territory was sold to the United States; well, my ancestors simply started writing their reports in English instead of Russian.Over the centuries, we had bagged serial killers, smugglers, poachers, drug dealers, domestic abusers and thieves. Mostly they arrested drunks and wackos. My Great Grandfather Petrov was a law enforcement legend in Alaska. Alone, he ran down a pack of murderous robbers in the dead of winter before they made it to 'safety' in the Yukon Territory.In the spring, they found them frozen solid, him leading five men, he recorded in his journal he'd killed the other three while apprehending the gang, back in chains. That pretty much defined the nature of my Father's family, no too many stellar geniuses, but always relentless past all norms of endurance and reason. The moment females were allowed in law enforcement, the womenfolk joined the profession.My Aunt Iliana was in the Coast Guard, that made her the 'Black sheep' in this clan. Taking the law out to the high seas was about as wild as Dad's family got. Dad was pretty much the standard issue for my kin. Big, Dad was 6' 5' and 290 lbs., and about as imaginative as a glacier. Why Mom married Dad had long been a mystery to his sons.Don't get me wrong. I loved my Dad, but the man used a grand total of twenty different sentences his entire life. The fewer words he had to speak, the happier he was. He was a nice guy, never drinking too much and I'd never seen him lose his temper. He smiled, was unerringly polite and had always been helpful and playful with us kids from our earliest memories.Grandpa, my great-aunts and -uncles, my aunts, uncles and cousins by blood were the exact same way. I mean that quite literally. We all pretty much looked alike as well. Those who married, married eccentrics. In our regular family get-togethers that translated over to the blood kin in one room saying and doing nothing (we were already cluing into some sort of primitive telepathy) and being very happy that way, while the married relations were in another room packing on the lunacy.There was no middle ground; you were either a silent, brooding peak in the Samsonov mountain range, or the aurora borealis. That left me and my brothers, we were triplets, in a precarious position. We looked like smaller versions of our Dad (we were still growing) yet were totally at the mercy of our Mother most of our young lives. Recall what I said about eccentrics and lunatic behavior. Mom was the Queen of the Asylum.Mom quickly fell in love with 'things' and she loved doing those things with family. Since Dad worked long hours, family meant my brothers and me. We could make passable pottery by age seven. Krav Maga? Screw this 'driving to some dojo in Anchorage' crap. Mom signed us up for a two week course in Israel and online lessons for a year. Archery, check. Rewiring our house and refitting all the plumbing, check.The three of us were SCA squires at age 12. Pleading to Dad was pointless. He'd smile, mess up our hair and remind us these excursions made our Mother happy aka he wasn't going to help us have normal lives. We had some ex-Green Beret guys teach us outdoor survival skills in Wyoming. We could pull wool, make thread and knit a set of pants and sweaters.I and my brothers had to memorize 1200 medically useful plants before we could get our Christmas presents when we were 14. We free-climbed mountains, ran 10Kms, kayaked, were proficient seamen on a sailing ship and learned how to navigate by the Sun, Moon and stars. Around the age of 15, we figured out that Mom had a ton of money squirreled away. There was no way Dad, with his civil servant's salary, could afford all this crazy shit.By the age of 18 we had such a crazy patchwork set of skills, we weren't sure what we would end up doing with our lives; though tracking down Uncle Theo and living a life on the run was looking more attractive every month. What we didn't have were great social lives. We all had girlfriends at one time, or another, but they never lasted.Right before any of us were about to get serious with any girl in high school, my Mom dragged us off; to things like a five day course on Renaissance artwork in Milan; that's Italy. We had to learn to speak Italian in three days, plus during the flight over. Mom made it easy for us. We could only speak Italian the entire time. Doing that at school was 'fun'. Dad? He smiled and said nothing for three days.Welcome to the Fonteneau House, Kingston, ArkansasAnyway, Mom's Great-aunt Mattie kicked the bucket and left her vast fortune in northwestern Arkansas to my Mom. The old bird hated the rest of the nutjobs in the clan, but adored my Mom (and Theo). Upon receiving the news, my brothers and I began thinking the same thing: banjo lessons, redneck stunts and girls in Daisy Dukes. By 'fortune' we were thinking a ramshackle Ozark shack sitting on a mountain top.Nope. Great-aunt Mattie was loaded. In fact, Mom's whole family had tons of money. They'd made a killing, quite literally, during the White expansion westward using various despicable means. They'd even been cursed by an entire Indian Tribe for bilking them off their land. Mom's family blamed that malediction for their bizarre behavior.That Arkansas home was actually the summer residence for the Fonteneau clan from a hundred years ago. Along with the palatial residence came thousands upon thousands of acres spread over a quarter of the state (and some land in Texas, Missouri and Oklahoma too).Tara, or the Biltmore estate, it was not, but it certainly had pretensions. It was a wide and roomy, rambling Victorian structure. The house proper (there were two barns, a stable, storage sheds, two garages, one attached and the other stand-alone, semi-attached servant quarters and four outlying hunting lodges) abutted the Kingston town limits.The place was big enough to require Mom to employ six staff;Phineas Cobb the third, an angry, sullen old White guy and his carbon-copy son, Phineas IV, were our two Wardens. That meant they took care of the outlying property which included hunting down poachers, interlopers and moonshiners (the competition, no doubt) and seeing to the upkeep of the various lodges, roads, trails and bridges around the place. Phineas the third and Mom; well, he cried and hugged Mom when he saw her, so we didn't know what to think of him and his son.Bebe Marston worked the stables and the twelve horses therein. She was a college dropout, White and 21; a woman at one of life's crossroads. Great Aunt Mattie brought her on a few months before she passed on. Bebe was a bit shy and distant around the menfolk. Mom treated Bebe like her long lost daughter; they got along fine.Thomas Freeman was the groundskeeper. Thomas seemed nice enough, a polite and somewhat deferential older Black man. I liked him. Mom fired him the moment the lawyer finished reading Maggie's Will. She believed the man was a back-biter, liar and a thief.Kamika Perry was the cook. She was a largish, plump Black woman with a large family in town. She was a tyrant in the kitchen but friendly and out-going everywhere else. She knew Mom from before; before what, we didn't know. She was close to Mom's age and was the niece of the former cook. She and Mom were cordial yet a tad formal.Nefertiti Cooke was the upstairs maid. She was a whip-tin attractive Black woman in her late-20s and joined Thomas heading out the door. Mom discharged her due to Nefertiti's sour attitude and general unwillingness to adhere to a work schedule.Anita Turner was our downstairs maid and overall manager of the other servants. Like Kamika, she knew Mom from her previous stay at the house, though Anita was already part of the staff back then. They acted like old friends though they understood the mistress-servant dynamics of their relationship.Mom solved our labor shortage by bringing in Mexicans (Hondurans actually). The two families divided up the nine rooms in the detached servants' quarters with Bebe, since Anita and Kamika lived in town and the Cobb's had their own cottage somewhere on the property.Hector Martinez became our new groundskeeper. He had a wife, Maria. Mom enrolled her in some online college courses so she could get a teaching license. They were both pretty young.Consuela Castro was our new upstairs maid. She was a single mother with a son, Gustavo (10), and a daughter, Isabo (6); they went to the local elementary school in town. Both families were very nice to us and seemed happy with their current circumstance. Since this job was their first go at being domestic servants, Mom told us to be patient and respectful while they learned the ropes from Anita and Mr. Cobb (only Mom could call him Phineas without pissing him off).My brothers and I, our Father, the Martinez's and the Castro's couldn't have predicted the shit-storm Mom was creating between our house and the dominant Black populace of Kingston along the great racial divide. The Hondurans had spent half their lives learning to keep their heads low when faced with discrimination. We didn't, nor did we know that Mom was acting with deliberate malice of forethought at that time.To help appreciate our understanding of the situation, we triplets had known a grand total of four Black people well enough to call them by their Christian names our entire lives. One was a crazy, older guy who had been a sniper at some point in his military career. By crazy, I meant he'd go off on tangents in mid conversation, or just stopping entirely. We all liked the guy.He and Granddad Samsonov were real tight. They'd served together in Vietnam and we boys suspected something bad had happened to them both, something which scarred and bound them together closer than brothers. He and Alexander went hunting all the time back in Alaska. All I knew was Morris (Grandpa's comrade-in-arms) was treated like family.That meant if Morris got in trouble, fifteen to twenty Samsonov's would show up to bail him out. That's what family meant. The other two were a retired Air Force couple, Parker and Mariana Carrington plus their infant William, that had moved in next door (that's 40 yards away in Alaska) when I was fourteen. They were in their early thirties and wanted to start a family. The woman had been pregnant with her second child when we left.My Mom and another neighbor trundled her off to a clinic during her first birth. Dad had driven fifty miles in a blizzard to get her husband, so he could witness his firstborn come into the world. The man worked as a fishing boat mechanic and had gotten stuck at work when his wife went into early labor. It was the Alaskan way to look after one another.I never much thought about minorities. There were nearly as many Native Alaskans attending my schools as White folk. The Natives knew my family going back eight generations. I had a few cousins who were 'First Peoples'. Minority? Majority? We were Alaskans and that was that.Again, I didn't think much about there being a social and economic racial crevasse when I showed up in Kingston, Arkansas. I probably would have been totally blind-sided about it if Dad hadn't done his due diligence and went to the Kingston Police Station and Davis County Sheriff's Office to report his status as an Alaskan State Trooper and register his firearms.Since we didn't know what to look for, we missed the obvious signs of trouble. The Black police officer that Dad talked to was; impolite. He informed Dad there would be no 'courtesy' given despite Dad's professionalism, i.e. he wasn't permitted to carry any of his licensed firearms. The Sheriff's department was very different.We met the Sheriff and the man got Dad to be about as verbose as I'd ever seen him. The Sheriff verified Dad's story, gave him a 90 Day permit for his sidearm and told him to make no never mind over the Town cops' hostility. He certainly seemed pleased Dad had three big, strong, strapping boys and gave Dad an application to join his department.That night, Dad informed us all at the dining room table he was considering the Sheriff's job offer. Mom was secretly pleased (like her sister, she IS an evil mastermind and master manipulator). Anita, Bebe and Kamika were eating with us as well, Mom insisted all the help do so (the Hondurans weren't with us yet), and I detected a hint of worry in their posture. I would have thought 'us' staying in the house, thus their continued employment, would be seen as a good thing.Welcome To Kingston.That night, over some late night cocoa, Mom gave the family the regional 4-1-1. Kingston was 75% Black, 20% White and 5% other. The rest of Davis County was 95% White and 5% Black and other. In Kingston, the Blacks ruled the town. All elected officials and police officers were Black. The Sheriff's department had a few Black officers, but was mostly White.It would have been all White except a combined lawsuit by Southern Poverty Law Center and N Double A CP, forced the County to 'integrate'. I asked the logical question: why hadn't the town been forced to integrate too? Mom told me that wasn't how things worked in the Lower 48. Here, Blacks couldn't discriminate; they could only be discriminated against.The Federal government said so. I was sensing shades of Uncle Theo in Mom's blanket assessment of things. My brothers and I were wrong. Mom was right. We were entering White Man's Hell aka Big Black Cock Country. Of course, Mom wasn't sadistic, or masochistic. She had a tidbit of knowledge no one this side of British Columbia was aware of, a Secret Weapon.Dad applied for and got the job of Senior Deputy, which riled some of the other (read: Black) deputies, but Dad's extensive experience and easy-going manner eased his entry into the unit. Mom remained Mom, an unconventional, beautiful, free-spirited kook. She made no effort to make friends. I was the boldest of the triplets so I asked her why.‘Do you know how your Father's family would rather hack of a hand than go back on their word?' she gazed at me intently. I nodded. When she said 'Father' instead of 'Dad', this was our cue that this was a Major Life lesson we had best memorize. ‘These people aren't like that. They will take that which is not theirs, break trusts, sully families and lie to your face.'‘These women are all bold-faced whores, cock-hungry tramps and sluts who get abortions because they don't know what color the daddy is. The males are either the kind of men who would sleep with those kinds of women, or gutless wonders who won't fight for their rights as boyfriends, brothers, fathers, fiancés and spouses.'‘This is a colored thing, right?' I guessed. I wanted to be wrong.‘Got it in one,' Mom patted me on the shoulder. ‘Most White men in town are spineless wimps, Black men jump on whatever cunt they can crack open and women of either color put up with it, even beg for it. I know because I was once like them.'‘You and Dad?' I worried. Mom gave a deep, hearty laugh.‘That is not going to be a problem, I promise you. The only man for me is your Father,' she smiled. ‘I had plenty of lovers before your Dad. Since one month after I met him, I've never been with another man, or woman, or even wanted one.' More than I wanted to know, but good news none the less.While we were moving in the small amount of belongs that had followed us from Arkansas, two Kingston cops stopped by to see what we were doing. I had spent my entire life around law enforcement who knew about me and my clan. They were always friends and people we could trust. Kingston PD was a rude awakening we weren't in Alaska anymore.They were brusque and intimidating. Their real purpose was to remind my family the house was part of the town, even if the back acreage was not. Mom snorted at their pale deception. She asked to see their warrant. They asked if there was some reason they might need one. Mom politely asked them to leave as they were trespassing.They basked in their defiance. What could Mom really do? If she went all redneck and produced a gun, they'd lock her up, pointing weapons at law enforcement was stupid. Sadly for the cops, familiarity breeds understanding too. Mom gave us the April Fools' signal. Alexander, our oldest triplet, moved the cargo truck so it blocked the officers' view of their patrol car.While Mom looked peeved, feeding the Black cops sense of empowerment, my youngest triplet Mikhail and I (Vladimir) stripped their car of all easily removable parts; the dash-cam went first. They wanted to loiter around on our property? We let them behave stupidly. We dumped the parts and our work gloves in a packing box and carried it right past them.We walked straight out the back too. There was a burning barrel which we made prompt use of, for the oily gloves and box. We had spares. Mikhail tended the fire as I picked up a broken cinder block, a heavy-duty trash bag and walked a few hundred yards to the bog near the creek that ran through our property, county land. The bag and contents went into the bog.I used a branch to make sure it sunk deep before returning. Cleaning off my boots with the outdoor hose completed my destruction of evidence. Ten minutes later a member of the Arkansas Highway Patrol stopped by to see what the problem was. Mom had called them before the sabotage had even begun. She didn't know these two personally, but she knew from earlier visits to her aunt that these two were going to give us 'attitude'.Calling the Sheriff's Department would only cause a standoff where the police had the upper hand, the whole town jurisdiction thing. By the time the HP arrived, Alexander had left with the truck so when the Highway Patrolman began expressing concern for my Mom's civil rights, the two buck butt-bandits made to leave. That didn't work out well for them.First came the circus of the discovery they were missing key parts of their vehicle and the lack of an explanation of how that had happened. Mom wouldn't let the town cops search her place. She happily let the Highway Patrolman (who happened to be Black too) look around. We'd used the hose and the burning barrel because moving was nasty, sweaty work, especially in the Arkansas summer heat.The two policemen blamed us, the triplets. Mom asked them when, in the cops thirty minute trespass, had her 'little angels' stolen the parts, why we would do such a criminal thing, and if they knew where the parts might be. The Highway patrolman was kind of curious about the length of their stay as well.The cops lied, Mom went inside and brought back the camcorder that had taken in the entire event. They were caught in the lie and all they could claim was the cargo truck had been strategically placed to block a visual to their car; as we unloaded our truck. Mom even got the Highway Patrolman to co-sign her complaint to the Arkansas State Police Criminal Investigations department.Mom knew this one wouldn't go anywhere. She had lived with cops long enough to know the value of building up a case file. Alexander was off returning the truck in another county, so he was safe. Mom called him and Dad so they could hook up before Alexander came home. She counted on the cops to be petty and they were.Alexander was on a motorcycle. When he got pulled, the city cops pulled in front of him. Dad stopped as well. Despite their continuing pressure to make Dad leave, they had no legal grounds to do so, he was Alexander's father, who would be responsible for Alex's ride if they took him into custody. Being an off-duty sheriff's deputy wasn't good enough, yet Dad's point was telling.Cops always pull up behind a suspect, not ahead of them unless they want to ignore the dash-cam evidence. Dad had pulled up in his Sheriff's vehicle behind Alexander and his dash-cam was recording everything. They let Alexander off with a Warning Ticket and departed giving father and son dirty looks. School was five days off. We checked out the property for two days. The third morning my brothers and I, on motorcycles, decided to explore Kingston.Having never before confronted such blatant racism, we weren't afraid, we were furious. We hadn't done anything to anybody. We were from Alaskan-Russian stock and had never owned a person ever, as far as we knew. We certainly weren't invested in this whole 'Black slavery, White guilt' issue. Those who gave us attitude about 'White privilege' didn't care for our counter, that saying all White people were alike was equally racist.As Mom had warned us, Black people couldn't be racist; just ask them. Mind you, many of the town's Black residents were friendly and helpful. They just weren't friendly enough to defend us from the 'haters'. At the end of the first day, Mikhail nearly got in a fight with five members of the Black post-high school crowd who were fucking with, and sitting on, our bikes.Where we came from, that was rude in the extreme. When he appeared to be alone, they were boisterous enough. When Alexander and I stepped out of the pool hall (we'd been made unwelcome there), they backed off from their threatening rhetoric. They still wouldn't leave, or get off our bikes. The three versus five odds didn't deter us.It was the lack of faith in the local justice system that encouraged Alexander and me to hold Mikhail back. We had an answer to their intransience, crowding. It takes a great deal of cool to have three guys, all over six feet tall and 220 lbs. lean in on you while you are sitting down. When the current bastard was dealt with, we moved to the next. Before the group could figure a way to thwart us, we had retrieved our bikes and were headed home.The next day, we took Mom's 2012 Shelby V8 Mustang out for a drive. We found the three spots in town the 'White folk' hung out in. We had the Country Western Redneck posse' section of town, pseudo-riche Southerner clique downtown region, and the movie theater (theoretically neutral turf). The saner White middle class had departed for safer pastures, they had established their own municipality a few miles outside of town).The rednecks welcomed our physicality. We were attempting to fit in until they began talking about all those damn 'niggahs'. Alexander broke down after a bit and asked what a 'niggah' was. It was a 'coon'. Since that was of no help, we asked what a 'coon' was.The regulars found our naiveté amusing. It took us three minutes of running a verbal obstacle course to piece together that 'niggahs' was their inbred pronunciation of 'niggers' (a term we knew from TV and movies) which was idiot slang for a Black person. We were 'crackahs', idiot slang for crackers aka White people. Hispanics were 'beeners'; yeah, right.We also learned that the favorite activities for teenage rednecks was knocking over mailboxes as they sped down the road, beating up White girls who sucked Black cock and beating up 'niggahs' who touched White girls. My analysis was that these yahoos were long on talk and short on action.I wasn't a fashion icon yet I could tell these boys could use a bath and some fresh clothes. The girls who hung around this crowd looked about as loyal as salmon during spawning season. At 18, we were hardly experienced, but we weren't desperate virgins either. Girls we had just been introduced to, flirting with us and suggesting later sexual rendezvouses were a definite turn-off because God knows who else they'd been doing it with.That led us to the riche clique. Among the guys; half were snobbish closet gays who weren't our thing. The other half were rich straight guys pretending to be rednecks. Rich White girls pretended to be friends with the rich Black girls. They were used to being pampered by their rich White boyfriends while eyeing every Black stud that crossed their path.Until they realized Samsonov = Fonteneau, they were snide. After that, they tried to convince us we were all (distantly) related. Bloodlines and riches were not the basis for what we called friends so we politely postponed any celebrations.The Cineplex was a hunting ground for all ages. White women I was pretty sure were married to someone else engaged in sexual liaisons with Blacks; be they teens, business types, or lay-abouts. We had no idea if these were random hook-ups, or affairs and we didn't really care.Having wasted nine hours of our lives we definitely wanted back, we ended up rendezvousing with Mom and Dad at his boss's, the Sheriff's, place. Whatever else he was, Robert ‘Big Bob' Carson wasn't an underpaid county employee. His home was nice, expansive, relatively new and sitting on four wonderful acres of land, half woodland/half professionally maintained lawn and gardens. He had an expansive deck with a built-in grill, hot tub and pool out back.My brothers and I had been under the impression this would be an office outing. It ended up being our two families; the five of us, Big Bob and his daughter, Brandy Crystal Carson. There was no Mamma Carson in sight and a lack of family pictures was noticed by us and our Mom. Dad and Bob (it was tough to call him Big Bob when Dad was bigger than he was) were deep in conversation at the outdoor grill when I arrived.‘Vlad, come out here,' my Dad called to me in his easy going manner.‘Brandy!' Bob shouted. I promptly showed up. Dad wasn't a passionate disciplinarian. I didn't hustle out of fear. I hurried out because I wanted my Dad to look good in front of the Sheriff. ‘Hello Vlad,' Big Bob greeted me. ‘You are a strapping lad, big like your Daddy.'That was a bit odd. I had only heard one person call my Father 'Daddy'. That was my Mom when she was feeling frisky. Mom walked around the house naked when the mood struck her (even when we had guests over) and had few compunctions about hopping into Dad's lap when she wanted attention. That was a common enough occurrence that 'us' boys had learned to sneak out of the room quietly before we were ten.Only in the last two years had we figured out part of Mom's bizarre sexual behavior was caused by Dad being utterly clueless where women were concerned. He could spot a shoplifter at a glance, or an expired car registration at fifty feet on a moonless night. I had seen a car saleswoman hit on Dad when he was getting his newest pick-up. She did everything but flash her tits and do a striptease; it all went right over Dad's head.‘Brandy! Get your ass down here!' Bob bellowed. She must have been most of the way to us because she materialized five seconds later.‘Yes Daddy,' Brandy sounded bored. I was too busy gawking to see Big Bob's reaction to his daughter's insolence.Brandy was beyond gorgeous (according to my personal standards). She had pale-blonde hair in a ponytail that clearly went past her shoulder blades. Her caramel skin was the beneficiary of countless sessions with a tanning booth. Her eyes were the darkest blue I'd ever seen. Breasts, Jesus, they were large and firm. I could tell that because she had on a pink crop-top and no bra. I could almost see the bottoms of each orb.Her stomach was muscled with a thin layer of fatty tissue to give her real womanly curves and she had curves to spare. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide, complimenting her breast size. She had on super-short, cut-off, 'faded-almost-to-White' denim jeans that accentuated her dark skin. Her ass was to die for. A bit big but well-muscled, each a perfect hemisphere.Her thighs and calves were the product of consistent exercise. Hot, hot, hot. She had on white tennis socks (no shoes) that finished off her delectable image.‘Brandy, this is Vladimir, Senior Deputy Samsonov's son. He's going to be your boyfriend this year,' Bob announced. I had a feeling this wasn't open for debate, in his mind.‘What!' Brandy squawked.‘What?' I looked to my Dad.‘What the fuck?' Brandy turned and glared at me. I would have enjoyed her breasts bouncing more if I hadn't been eyeballing my patriarch.‘Dad?' I kept my voice calm. Brandy was fantastic looking, but I didn't want anyone dictating my social life, period. I was eighteen. Besides, Brandy was turning out to have a far less appealing personality, Pretty Princess syndrome.‘Brandy, Vladimir's a nice boy. His father is 'good people',' Bob laid out his case.How did he know I was a good boy? He was taking a lot on faith.‘I don't want to date this loser,' Brandy shouted. 'Loser'? She didn't knew me either.‘If you don't keep Vlad as your boyfriend, then no cheerleading and no dance team,' Bob glared at his daughter. This clash of wills made no sense to me.‘No way!' Brandy glanced back at her Dad, protested loudly and stomped her foot on the wooden deck.‘Well then, you need to be home at 3:20 pm every school day,' Bob threatened. ‘And I'll make sure to check up on you.' Before I could wonder about Big Bob's abuse of power, I noted the state of the art security system, cyber-nanny.Brandy turned on me in a furor. Her face was screwed up with anger, her fists were clenched and I was working double-time to not ogle the cleave she enhanced by leaning forward. Man, she hated me for reasons I couldn't fathom. I disgusted her which I didn't get either. Plenty of non-relative women had called me good-looking and handsome.I had a healthy, well-defined physique, nice thick, blonde hair and the common sense to keep my body and clothes clean and casual. My only downside I'd ever been told about was my size, I was tall for my age and 'cut'. Brandy was 5' 4'. I was 6' 2'. I had stormy grey eyes, light blonde hair the color of wheat and skin spared the ravages of acne.‘Brandy, I am as uncomfortable and surprised about this as you are,' I tried to placate her. ‘Do you want to talk about it?' She forced herself to appear calm.‘Fine Victor,' she grumbled. Worse than getting my name wrong was the look of viciousness that glimmered in her eyes. ‘We'll make Daddy happy and be a cookie-cutter couple.'‘Dad?' I tried to exit this fiasco with some decorum.‘You'll do fine son,' he responded. That wasn't helpful.‘I'll see you Monday morning, Victor,' Brandy snidely mocked me before leaving. I turned to follow her thunderous retreat.Running after her would have felt pathetic so my sedate pursuit meant she put some distance between us. She ran right into Mom, who grabbed her arm.‘I'm warning you right now,' Mom hissed. ‘Don't have sex with any of my sons.'‘That won't be a problem,' Brandy snorted. I was filth in her mind
The Black Volga legend centers around a mysterious black car allegedly used for abductions, often linked to government agencies like the KGB or occult groups, during the Cold War in Eastern Europe. Despite numerous sightings and rumors, there is no concrete evidence to support its existence, making it a powerful urban myth fueled by paranoia and societal fear; but is it what people say it truly is? Something deeper? Something paranormal? ----------------- Head to the Strange Places home website, asylum817.com to keep up with all things Strange Places, as well as the host. Billie Dean Shoemate III is an author with over 40 novels published, a master-trained painter, host of the No Disclosure Podcast, and multi-instrumentalist musician with multiple albums released. To check out Billie's books, albums, paintings and other artistic ventures, head to asylum817.com. ----------------- This podcast can also be heard on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, iHeart Radio, Pandora, and wherever you get your Podcast listening experience. ----------------- Want to promote your brand, YouTube channel, Etsy page, charity, event or podcast on the show? I am selling the show's ad space! Mid roll ads, beginning ads, bottom of the show ads, all of it. Click the link below to get yourself some of that sweet, sweet ad space on the fastest growing paranormal podcast on the planet. If you want to advertise here, click the LINK BELOW! https://www.fiverr.com/share/mgzw1R ----------------- This episode is brought to you by Delay, Deny, Depose. LINK BELOW! https://open.spotify.com/show/47iJ6Iglhy2jvzZt6EkmeB --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/strangeplacespod/support
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You don't need walking shoes for the Lake Campbell Lutheran Church Cookie Walk. Just an appetite for homemade, tried-and-true Midwestern treats and a giving heart to support local non-profits. This year's bake sale is on Saturday, December 14, 2024 at 9a.m. Be there early to get in line! They run out of cookies quickly. The church address is 46610 219th Street, Volga, South Dakota. Cash or check only. Three big-hearted women, the organizers behind the church's 22nd annual cookie walk, gathered around a table in their fellowship hall with our steaming cups of Lutheran coffee to talk about how it all works. You'll learn what kinds of goodies sell best, the most important piece of a successful cookie walk, and why it's always a good idea to sample your home baked goods before donating them to a bake sale. Open to the public and held at this charming 154-year-old country church south of Brookings South Dakota, the bake sale is a celebration of community, fellowship, and giving back. You'll hear about some of the treats like raspberry almond shortbread thumbprints, lemon bonbons, pecan tarts and delights, maple pecan thumbprints, and caramels, and of course what you'd find at any self-respecting bake sale of Nordic heritage—lefse, krumkake and rosettes. Visitors are invited to sip coffee, enjoy freshly baked cinnamon and caramel rolls, and connect with one another after picking out an assortment of homemade goodies generously donated by church members and the community. How does a church bake sale get even better? Well, one hundred percent of the proceeds from this festivity are donated to local charities, they average about $3,000 each year, making the cookie walk a true gift that keeps on giving. Let's meet Inga Trygstad, Ginny Jensen, and Glenda Derdall and learn how cookies, coffee, sweet rolls and a little holiday cheer can make a big impact. Go to randomsweets.com to get the four recipes they share in this episode: pecan tarts, pecan delights, maple pecan thumbprints and raspberry almond shortbread thumbprints. Lake Campbell Lutheran Church on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SinaiandLakeCampbellLutheran Staci Mergenthal, Host and Producer RandomSweets.com #ourSweetMidwestLife Website randomsweets.com Instagram @potatoesandmittens Facebook Funeral Potatoes & Wool Mittens Instagram @randomsweets Facebook Random Sweets Pinterest @staciperry Email: staci@randomsweets.com --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/potatoesandmittens/support
In this episode of Call Your Hits, hosts Phil, Nick, and Sam discuss their experiences at the Milsim West event, Volga Flank. They delve into their preparation, gear adjustments, and strategies for sustaining themselves during the event. The conversation covers the challenges posed by the terrain, the organization of their patrol base, and the memorable moments that defined their experience, including initial engagements and tactical movements. The hosts emphasize the camaraderie and fun of participating in a Milsim event, highlighting the balance between serious gameplay and enjoyable interactions with fellow participants. In this conversation, the participants share their experiences from a Milsim West event, discussing various aspects such as navigation skills, roles within a squad, the challenges of night operations, and the chaos of a Sunday assault. They reflect on the importance of teamwork, preparation, and the lessons learned from their experiences, emphasizing the accessibility of Milsim events for newcomers. --- If you're looking to support the channel, check out our merch store here: https://stormriders.threadless.com/ And join our discord by following this link: https://discord.gg/ZdaftDDYaZ
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
If you drink South Dakota-made wine or beer, Jim Schade and Eldon Nygaard are the guys to thank. Because prior to the South Dakota 1996 Farm Winery Act legalized commercial production of wine in South Dakota, you couldn't make an alcoholic beverage in South Dakota and sell it since Prohibition. So, Eldon came up with the idea to start a legal license for making and selling wine, wrote the legislation and Jim took it to the legislators at the state capital in Pierre. The bill passed. Eldon got the first license and began the state's first winery, Valiant Vineyards of Vermillion. Four years after the bill passed, Jim and his wife, Nancy, founded Schadé Vineyard and Winery west of Volga. In this amusing episode, Jim shares where they first fell in love with the wine industry and why he quit his job in Pierre before he applied for the third winery license in South Dakota. Plus, you'll learn why they hosted inventory reduction parties at their house, which two fruits don't work well for winemaking, the funny story about how their winery got its name, how they became sponsors of The Iditarod, and how caller I.D. killed their original approach to picking grapes. Jim has handed the vineyard reins over to Dillon Ringling, even though Dillon broke all three of Jim's rules and now hosts weddings and events at the vineyard with the most beautiful sunsets as a backdrop. Jim is still pretty involved with the business. And having been on the ground floor of South Dakota wine since the late 90s, Jim admits that what he loves most about the winery hasn't been the wine, is has been the people and relationships behind the pours. Schadé Vineyard & Winery 21095 463rd Avenue, Volga, SD https://schadevineyard.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/schadevineyard/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SchadeVineyardandWinery Airbnb listing: https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/50269250?guests=1&adults=2&s=67&unique_share_id=9d8fa87b-13ed-42d5-9c18-be1aac27f316 Staci Mergenthal RandomSweets.com #ourSweetMidwestLife Website randomsweets.com Instagram @potatoesandmittens Instagram @randomsweets Facebook Random Sweets Pinterest @staciperry Email: staci@randomsweets.com --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/potatoesandmittens/support
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। लेखक - राहुल सांकृत्यायन Writer - Rahul Sankrityayan स्वर - समीर गोस्वामी Narration - Sameer Goswami https://kahanisuno.com/ http://instagram.com/sameergoswami_kahanisuno/ https://www.facebook.com/kahanisuno/ http://twitter.com/goswamisameer/ https://sameergoswami.com #राहुलसांकृत्यायन#भारतीयइतिहास#हिन्दीसाहित्य#सभ्यता_की_यात्रा#सांस्कृतिक_विकास#इतिहास#संस्कृति#उपन्यास#प्राचीनसभ्यता#मानवसभ्यता#हिंदीपुस्तक#इतिहासिककथा#कहानी#भारतीयसंस्कृति
वोल्गा से गंगा (Volga Se Ganga) राहुल सांकृत्यायन द्वारा लिखित एक महत्वपूर्ण ऐतिहासिक उपन्यास है। इस पुस्तक में लेखक ने भारत और रूस की सभ्यताओं के विकास की यात्रा को दर्शाया है, जिसमें उन्होंने वोल्गा नदी से लेकर गंगा नदी तक की मानव सभ्यता की कहानी को कई कथाओं और पात्रों के माध्यम से प्रस्तुत किया है। यह उपन्यास मानव सभ्यता की उत्पत्ति, संघर्ष, बदलाव, और सांस्कृतिक विकास को दर्शाने वाला है, जिसमें आदिम समाज से लेकर आधुनिक युग तक की यात्रा को ऐतिहासिक और सांस्कृतिक दृष्टिकोण से चित्रित किया गया है। राहुल सांकृत्यायन ने अपने विशिष्ट भाषा शैली और गहन ऐतिहासिक अध्ययन से इस पुस्तक को न केवल भारत बल्कि विश्व साहित्य में भी एक खास स्थान दिलाया है। #राहुलसांकृत्यायन #भारतीयइतिहास #हिन्दीसाहित्य #सभ्यता_की_यात्रा #सांस्कृतिक_विकास #इतिहास #संस्कृति #उपन्यास #प्राचीनसभ्यता #मानवसभ्यता #हिंदीपुस्तक #इतिहासिककथा #कहानी #भारतीयसंस्कृति
¡Vótame en los Premios iVoox 2024! Dio comienzo ayer en Kazán, una ciudad rusa a orillas del Volga, la decimosexta cumbre de los BRICS, la primera en la que se darán cita los presidentes de Rusia, China, Sudáfrica, Egipto, Irán, los Emiratos Árabes Unidos y los primeros ministros de la India y Etiopía. El presidente de Brasil, Luiz Inázio Lula da Silva lo hará a través de videoconferencia porque ha tenido un accidente doméstico que le impide viajar tan lejos. El encuentro, como es obvio, trasciende lo meramente económico y apunta mucho más alto. Algunos de los miembros de los BRICS están convencidos de que esa organización conseguirá reconfigurar el equilibrio de poderes en todo el mundo. Uno de los temas centrales de la cumbre es la expansión del grupo en sí mismo que, al menos sobre el papel y por las declaraciones de algunos de sus líderes, ya ha adquirido la naturaleza de bloque antagónico de Estados Unidos y sus aliados occidentales. Este mismo año la organización ha ganado cuatro miembros (Egipto, Etiopía, Irán y los Emiratos), pero más de 30 países han manifestado su interés en unirse a los BRICS atraídos por la promesa de un orden mundial multipolar más justo y la posibilidad de diversificar sus relaciones económicas y políticas. Esta expansión, de concretarse, representaría un desafío directo a la hegemonía occidental y podría tener consecuencias en la economía y la geopolítica mundial. Uno de los asuntos prioritarios que aparecen en la agenda es la llamada “desdolarización”, algo en lo que rusos y chinos vienen insistiendo desde hace tiempo, especialmente los primeros que, a causa de la invasión de Ucrania, están sometidos a duras sanciones por parte de las potencias occidentales. Esa dependencia del dólar exige, en palabras de Vladimir Putin, buscar alternativas que les permitan reducir su vulnerabilidad frente a las sanciones. La “desdolarización” es de una complejidad enorme que presenta muchos desafíos técnicos y políticos, pero quieren ponerla en marcha. Más allá de los aspectos económicos, la cumbre también abordará temas como la cooperación en materia de seguridad, tecnología y desarrollo. Los BRICS buscan fortalecer sus lazos en áreas estratégicas como la inteligencia artificial, la ciberseguridad y la exploración espacial, con el objetivo de reducir su dependencia tecnológica de Occidente. Pero a nadie se le oculta que la cumbre de Kazán se desarrolla en un clima de gran tensión geopolítica. La guerra en Ucrania, las sanciones contra Rusia y la creciente rivalidad entre Estados Unidos y China marcan el contexto de las discusiones. Vladimir Putin, que juega en casa, quiere aprovechar la cumbre para fortalecer las relaciones con una serie de países emergentes que cada vez tienen más peso económico en el concierto internacional. Pretende también presentar a los BRICS como una alternativa al orden mundial liderado por Estados Unidos. Pero la sombra del conflicto ucraniano y las críticas internacionales a la política exterior rusa planean sobre el encuentro. En el marco de la cumbre, se espera una reunión entre Vladimir Putin y el secretario general de la ONU, António Guterres. Este encuentro, el primero desde abril de 2022, ha generado controversia, con Ucrania que ha criticado la decisión de Guterres de asistir a la cumbre en un momento en que Rusia continúa su ofensiva militar. En La ContraRéplica: 0:00 Introducción 3:52 Los BRICS se rearman 29:57 La red ferroviaria de ancho métrico 39:45 ¿Realmente interesa que el precio de la vivienda se abarate? 45:29 Elecciones en Georgia · Canal de Telegram: https://t.me/lacontracronica · “Contra la Revolución Francesa”… https://amzn.to/4aF0LpZ · “Hispanos. Breve historia de los pueblos de habla hispana”… https://amzn.to/428js1G · “La ContraHistoria de España. Auge, caída y vuelta a empezar de un país en 28 episodios”… https://amzn.to/3kXcZ6i · “Lutero, Calvino y Trento, la Reforma que no fue”… https://amzn.to/3shKOlK · “La ContraHistoria del comunismo”… https://amzn.to/39QP2KE Apoya La Contra en: · Patreon... https://www.patreon.com/diazvillanueva · iVoox... https://www.ivoox.com/podcast-contracronica_sq_f1267769_1.html · Paypal... https://www.paypal.me/diazvillanueva Sígueme en: · Web... https://diazvillanueva.com · Twitter... https://twitter.com/diazvillanueva · Facebook... https://www.facebook.com/fernandodiazvillanueva1/ · Instagram... https://www.instagram.com/diazvillanueva · Linkedin… https://www.linkedin.com/in/fernando-d%C3%ADaz-villanueva-7303865/ · Flickr... https://www.flickr.com/photos/147276463@N05/?/ · Pinterest... https://www.pinterest.com/fernandodiazvillanueva Encuentra mis libros en: · Amazon... https://www.amazon.es/Fernando-Diaz-Villanueva/e/B00J2ASBXM #FernandoDiazVillanueva #brics #rusia Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals
It's been not too shabby a week so far for Russia's leader of 24 years, sandwiched between a Moldova referendum where the pro-EU camp underwhelmed and a crucial general election in fellow former Soviet state Georgia. Forget International Criminal Court arrest warrants. Vladimir Putin is rolling out the red carpet for dozens of leaders by the banks of the Volga in Tatarstan's capital Kazan.Despite Western sanctions over Ukraine and the sputterings of a slowing Chinese economy, new names are lining up at the BRICS summit to join the club of emerging world giants whose fortunes seem tied to the whims of world commodity prices. If, as billed, it is much more than a trade talking shop, then what are the BRICS all about in 2024?And if Putin's having a good week so far, what about in two weeks if Donald Trump returns to the White House? We ask our panel how the former Soviet world sees that prospect.Produced by Andrew Hilliar, Rebecca Gnignati and Annarosa Zampaglione.
September 27th: Volga Maniac's Last Murder (2012) Some victims are chosen at random. Others are picked to make a crime that much easier to commit. On September 27th 2012 a serial killer in Russian took his last victim. An elderly woman who, trusting, let a man into her home and was easily overpowered. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volga_Maniac, https://www.cbsnews.com/news/volga-maniac-radik-tagirov-serial-killer-arrested-russia/, https://www.reuters.com/article/uk-russia-crime-murder-idUKKBN28B612, https://nypost.com/2020/12/01/russian-man-confesses-to-being-volga-maniac-serial-killer/, https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9006439/Russian-serial-killer-dubbed-Volga-Maniac-strangled-26-elderly-women-arrested.html, https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-55153407 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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