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A little lesson in Russian and Ukrainian

Wednesday we were up at Komrivka hanging out with the kids and the mosquitoes were on the prowl.  As I walked around with Oksana trying to get kids to say "HI" to Anya on a video I am putting together for her, I kept swatting the mosquitoes and saying "Stupid mosquitoes."  And Oksana kept swatting the mosquitoes and saying "Stupid Komari." 
Well, me being the genius I am, put two and two together.  Mosquitoes are called Komari.  "Wait ... Komari, like as in, Komarivka?"
Yep, that's right.  The town is named after mosquitoes. 
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Mosquitoville. 

(This is my first short post in a while.  It feels weird.  But don't worry I'm working on a nice three pager right now that include fast cars... err, vans, and a monster.)

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