Amidst the pressure of the winter session, I took a walk in my local Izmailovsky Park to revive an old tradition. A personal reflection on why sending a letter to the Ded Moroz is not childish - it is a necessary therapy for the adult soul.
Two friends, two train tickets and a city that never sleeps — even when the sun won’t set. This is how St. Petersburg stole our hearts in just four days of bridges, museums, and midnight laughter.