The ailing and the injured await the Matvei Mudrov at every stop. This mobile medical clinic runs from village to village, stopping for a day to see patients, then continuing across the Russian Far East.
The ailing and the injured await the Matvei Mudrov at every stop. This mobile medical clinic runs from village to village, stopping for a day to see patients, then continuing across the Russian Far East.
The ailing and the injured await the Matvei Mudrov at every stop. This mobile medical clinic runs from village to village, stopping for a day to see patients, then continuing across the Russian Far East.
The ailing and the injured await the Matvei Mudrov at every stop. This mobile medical clinic runs from village to village, stopping for a day to see patients, then continuing across the Russian Far East.
“Happy Birthday, Tata Madiba,” the school children pealed, hundreds of voices in cacophonous unison. They were using the clan name for Nelson Mandela, South Africa’s ailing first black president. “We love you, we do!”
“Happy Birthday, Tata Madiba,” the school children pealed, hundreds of voices in cacophonous unison. They were using the clan name for Nelson Mandela, South Africa’s ailing first black president. “We love you, we do!”
“Happy Birthday, Tata Madiba,” the school children pealed, hundreds of voices in cacophonous unison. They were using the clan name for Nelson Mandela, South Africa’s ailing first black president. “We love you, we do!”