People are friendly all over the world--but in the Soviet Union the ever-present Russian police marred our attempt at getting to know the people on a one-to-one basis on our recent Moscow tour.
Seeing a young woman artist painting a watercolor sketch in back of St. Basil's on Red Square, I approached the artist to admire her work. The artist said her sketches were for sale. I replied that I would buy her sketch if she would pose for me, with my wife in back of her sketch board and St. Basil's, her subject, in the background. She readily agreed, turned her face to my camera and I quickly shot the scene. No sooner had I taken the picture, and was walking toward her, when a policeman or military person in uniform was speaking to her. We listened but did not understand, so we quickly walked away but kept looking back seeing that the policeman was still talking to her. We were afraid for her, thinking that perhaps she would be arrested for talking or posing for us. The Intourist guide had told us we could take a picture of anyone if the person first agreed.
Then still seeing that drama being played in the background, the policeman jawboning the young woman artist, another incident occurred pointing out the fear the police pound into the Russian people. A Russian woman had helped my wife in crossing a street safely in the area of St. Basil's. In appreciation and wishing to thank her in a small way my wife offered her a ballpoint pen. The offer of the pen made the woman literally jump back. Terror was in her face. She did not want to be seen accepting a gift from an American. No vocabulary was needed--her actions carried the message--"No, I don't want to be seen accepting anything from you."