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The kind of person I never knew I could be until I came to Russia. But I could be, and I was. That's what I learned when my last Russian winter thawed. The lessonn wasn't about Russia. It never is, I don't think, when a relationship ends. It isn't your lover that you learn about. You learn about yourself. I was the man on the other side of the door. My snowdrop was me.