watched this Russian version of Winnie the Pooh again today, this time being able to comprehend some Russian. Doing so made me think about the first time I had watched it recommended by Andy, before I had any exposure to the language whatsoever. I remember being spellbound by the familiarity of the story coupled with the absolutely different visuals. I quickly fell in love.
Now I get the jokes more, I understand what he’s saying. I feel like I can identify with it more, but the beauty is still the same.
