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our Dresden výlet that happened almost two weeks ago

try to find the blue parka (and a gray scarf – or grey scar, if you feel like it, whatever)

Liberec is set approximately in between Prague and Dresden, and the fact of me not having visited this city before the school trip makes me question my existence a lot, to be honest.

I didn’t have enough time to feel the city, to understand it (though I should have done this), but I still quite liked it. There was an Italian band, a look at the Sistine Madonna for one euro, weird food, language I have never heard in my life (except for the German tourists/businessmen in Liberec), lots and lots of nutcrackers and angels and lights and stars and other Christmas things. We Russians celebrate Christmas at January, 7 (because of some historical calendar issue), and, besides, tend to pay more attention to New Year celebrations. Continue reading

Top Several Things about being short

Well, seeing that I’ve started all this I’m-finally-happy-with-the-people-I-have-around-my-lovely-self, there’s a fact: I’m the shortest person in the whole language course community, and, as such a person, always get laughed at in a way Miranda from Miranda Hart’s sitcom Miranda laughs at Stevie (a character from Miranda Hart’s sitcom Miranda as well). If anything, don’t you worry, I’m fine with it, and it’s nice, and I’m noticed at last, although in such a way. Now and then somebody says something about the curse/the blessing of the one hundred and fifty-eight (which is my personal height in centimeters), there’s a sad song now called “The Saddest Song In This Big World”, and the lyrics are just “One hundred and fifty-eight, ooh, one hundred and fifty eight, why is it one hundred and fifty-eight?” and so on, and everyone laughs, making me the center of attention and pointing me out of the dull crowd of tall people. So, to let you know what’s it like to be short, here’s Top Several Thing about it: Continue reading

Vorkuta: 71 years of snow and coal

Today, seventy-one years ago, Vorkuta was officially granted with a town status. “Seventy-one? Seventy freaking one? And people who live there still dare to call themselves humans? I mean, really?” I hear you say. Yes. Exactly. Seventy-one year – and, maybe, a few hours – ago my hometown was officially granted with a town status, you hear me answer quite calmly. You should’ve seen what a great anniversal festive circus there was last year, when “We’re just three decades far from a century! Hooray!” issue was brought up. Continue reading

my so-called routine, part 1 (out of the total of 1 parts, maybe)


hey, hey
, we’re the monkeys and all that

i haven’t written anything worth in here for a while, and here finally comes a new something. i’ve started this almost a month ago, so i’m turning into some awfully lazy bum, yes.

To be honest, I somehow was sure that, as long as I leave the country (which is Russia, if you’re not very aware of my life, which is fine), everything would just completely change. That, as one young Alice, I would step into a completely different world, full of creatures, actions, and rules impossible to imagine. You know, people riding sewing machines to get to the Moon, and then going back to the Earth by just jumping very-very high (everyone knows that you can jump higher on the Moon than on the Earth because of the gravity and all these sci-stuff), and, during the whole process Moon singing his wonderful song about “Neil Armstrong walking on my face…” with his retarded voice of a chalked-faced idiot. Something like that. But I am still made of flesh and blood and breathing oxygen and laughing at stupid jokes no one else ever understands. There are still plenty of chavs and just not-good people in the world, and a part of them is still somewhere around me, and the cancer cure still isn’t invented. So, if there’s such thing as half-, or even quarter-frustration, than that’s exactly what I am experiencing here at the moment. Continue reading

another almost-a-month-report (that one’s much bigger)

hi

yes, i’m postponing the post again. yes, i did promise you to post the post without any postmodernal and posterial postponing, but with all postindustrial and posturing posthaste. and, yes, here i am, postnataly, poswary postponing posting the post.

however, now i am here and i am now and you can’t escape and you can’t hide.

i apologise one more time for not reporting every second of my being here, in this fantabulously cozy fatherland of such great persons and personalities with unbearable names, as Jaroslav Hašek, Krtek and Hurvínek. i tried to recollect as much as possible, revised some drafts made on the go, and this is the best i came up with. to make understanding my existence easier for you, i divided the three-weeks period into several parts: setting off, my adventures in Prague, settling in and daily hustles and bustles.

and, by the way, i did manage to fail the last Friday test. got 16.5 points out of 31 possible. stipid fat cowish dumphead.

So, come with us now on a journey through time and space… Continue reading