from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition.
- noun A Russian fermented beverage similar to beer, made from rye or barley.
from The Century Dictionary.
- noun A fermented drink in general use in Russia, taking the place of the beer of other countries.
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- noun A type of traditional fermented Russian beverage with little or no alcohol, made from bread, often flavored with fruit.
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- noun fermented beverage resembling beer but made from rye or barley
from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
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Another drink is kvass which is generally sold by old ladies from a miniature tanker at a dirt cheap price.
Russia has gone back to rule by a czar, who has revived the ancient traditions: vodka and kvass and birch juice, tile ovens, Orthodox churches.
On departure day, I said a final good morning to the cats in the Europa Royal hotel courtyard, purchased an amber necklace I'd admired on Smilsu iela and settled into a café to sip one last kvass, a fermented drink.
Her mother, Itke (the daughter of Kadish Katz/Kaplan, for whom Kadya was named), ran a dry-goods shop, and later opened a factory for making rye kvass.
A sampling: Yermak Named after the 16th-century Cossack leader famous for his exploits in the Siberian wilderness, this rustic spot offers wild-animal meats and forest berries, plus just-baked black bread and homemade kvass, the quintessential Cossack aperitif.
They served, too, a pie with onion and steamed turnip with kvass.
When the garden was done, Maria brought cold water for Arkady and Eva and kvass for Roman.
They drank kvass made of red bilberries, juniper-berries, or of bread — Antonina Ivanovna always carried a stock of different kinds of kvass.
“Waiter!” said Mayakin, gently, on entering the hall of the hotel, and turning toward a remote corner, “let us have a bottle of moorberry kvass.”
He sat by the table, and, bending over it, made drawings of patterns on the tray, dipping his trembling finger in the spilt kvass, and his sharp-pointed head was sinking lower and lower over the table, as though he did not decipher, and could not make out what his bony finger was drawing on the tray.