Since my childhood I lovethe bright and sunny holiday of solidarity of workers, as already felt a stronginclination to laziness and idleness. Growing up, I began to dislike spring, and the Firstof May became known as Spring and Labour Day. Butthe red colour still lures and attracts me like a child, and I can’t take myeyes off the red flags, dropping reflexes to the joyful and distorted faces offormer citizens of one sixth of the land, known as the USSR.
part of the ongoing long-term project "Russian Feasts"
