Beautiful story, but who was this guy? How many Englishmen emigrated to the Soviet Union in 1960?

No, no, they're in America -- he's just comparing the park to one in Russia (the American one is similar but nicer).

No direction home.

I understand even though I only speak English, have only lived in the US, Great Lakes, Western Desert, East Coast. I feel the nostalgia for the words.

I will always perversely call it pop, even though it is soda everywhere else. Strange how a pointless word can feel so vital.

Sadly missing from the translation is the author's playful gift for word creation: "little sausage" only begins to gloss "колбассет," a portmanteau of "kielbasa + basset." But one can't have everything.

Yes, that would be nice, wouldn't? May I interest you in trying your hand on another delightful word, from the comments on this post: таксучка?

"Dachshussy"? Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue in English.

No, and the play isn't the same. Not so easy, isn't it?

I didn't say it was easy. I said it was sadly missing.

Very evocative passage. I enjoyed it.

And I agreed with you. Now, if translator so desired, he could change sausage to kiel-basset. Up to him.
Not that either way affects the story much.

Cute. I like it.

of course, you could change dachshussy to Doc's hussy, but there's no one named Doc nearby and no sign of his less than socially acceptable girlfriend at all.