I have been spending a lot of time recently with some old women throughout Russia. A goal everytime I get close to an old woman is to make friends, as the babushki here are known to be hard and cross. These two women are particular favorites of mine. I met them in a town called Kamskiye Polyany, one was the mother of a woman we met at a market. They both spoke some Russian, but mainly Tatar and would get so excited everytime I said something to them in Tatar. Tending the garden daily, they claim that being a grandma is boring, so the spend their days wandering around the neighborhood, popping into friend's homes and helping tend their family's gardens.