I went out to Udel'noy market today, rode the metro half an hour in each direction and walked through mud, heat, and unthinkable treasures alongside heaps of garbage (for the same price) with a singular mission. I haggled, refused, even stepped up to my ankles in грязь, and at the end of the day I had found Agador, my battered, stalwart $16 accordion. This is our family portrait--Agador on the left, Helga, Katey's more delicately-proportioned number, on the right.
The first thought that should have come into my head, but only just now began to nag at me, is--how on earth am I going to get this home?
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