Pirozhky

At the Gostiny Dvor, the big shopping-centre between the Nevsky and the Sadovya, I ate some pirozhkies, hot cabbage pies, at a stall.

Abigail didn’t think it was too flattering to be called a sweet little pirozhky. After all, pirozhkies were dumplings, and they were like eating heavy lead dough balls to her.

We hurry from Shah Street to Naderi Avenue and burst into Khosravi pirozhky shop. We can’t pass up on pirozhkies.

Ana sat down, and it was all she could do not to lunge at the steaming pelmeny dumplings and golden pirozhky oozing with potatoes and minced beef.