
In 1978, at age 21, I enrolled as the equivalent of a first quarter freshman at the University of Utah after spending two years as a volunteer missionary for the Mormon Church in Germany. The first class I registered for was Russian 101. The desire to learn Russian was first kindled in Germany when I met many Russian refugees from the former Soviet Union. I studied Russian for two years, attaining an average reading ability and a mediocre conversational capacity. In 1980 I was making preparations to spend a semester at Moscow State University when I met my present wife, fell in love and became engaged. That was the end of my formal Russian studies. I ultimately earned a bachelors degree in History and then a law degree. And I let my Russian languish.
I briefly took up the study of Russian again in about 1990 when my family and I sponsored a number of Russian immigrants to the United States.
Also, I had a pleasant visit one evening with the suitor of one of our daughter's friends, who recently served a mission in the Ukraine Donetsk Mission of the LDS Church. He taught me such important information as, how to shop in the massive marketplace, or Рынок. He also taught me several little proverbs, such as "У матросов, нет вопросов." (Among the sailors, no questions).
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