some photos and Top Several Things about #PragueFringe15

H E L L O ! ! !

I won’t even apologise for not sticking to the schedule, because there’s clearly not no point in doing so (just telling you this in case you didn’t notice). Even though I’m sorry for planning a schedule and not sticking to it.

BUT: 

I kinda have a more-or-less understandable excuse, for yours truly is partaking in an international theatre festival and thinks it is really awesome.

There’s going to be a few big fat posts about the whole event in the nearest future, but right now all you can enjoy is a small Top Several Things thingy and photos. Continue reading

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some photos of snowy Liberec

Ahoj (every time this rather popular exclamation is mentioned, the image of a 30s pin-up lady saying ‘Hello, sailor!’ uncontrollably occurs in my head)

There’s snow in Liberec! Can you believe it? I certainly can’t. On one of our first conversation lessons, Linda told us that last year there was only one teeny-weeny snowfall, and I have honestly believed these people here aren’t sure what snow looks like since. In the middle of December, there were a few times when the mixture of snowflakes and raindrops fell down from the sky, an I thought that was it. How surprised I was to return here on the 11th of January  and find out some snow piles! (even though they weren’t really much to look at) Continue reading

new grammar experience

Ahoj (which is a Czech word for… imaginary drumrolls inside one’s head, please… Ahoy! !!! Isn’t that just amazing? Such an unpredictable language),

I suppose, I have informed you sometime earlier that I’m not an overwhelmed fan of our Grammar lessons, as they’re usually quite monotonous and there’s just us repeating the same linguistic formulas over and over and over again. I quite enjoyed today’s one, though. I’m not sure why. Maybe that’s just magic from all this Christmas films finally taken over. 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

Hanka Skřivánková, the rock’n’roll housewife

I first saw her about two weeks ago. Hanka was on a gig at some local event with one of the bands she’s in, and I was on my way home from Tesco’s, as I was terribly ill, but had to buy some stuff for me and my roommate, who was even more ill. And yet, it occurred utterly impossible for me not to stay and watch Jarret perform weaving their indie-folk-rock-blues magic. More impossible it was not to walk up to them after the final song and ask for an interview. Continue reading

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some more photos

Yeah, that’s me again.

on the roof of our dormitory. what can i say?

it was raining. Daiana the Daiana wanted to go outside. i wanted to die, as usual (wanting to die IS a joke, i decided to put it here because the pictures are all kind of cool and all that, which is pretty unusual for the pictures of me, as i always happen to look more like on the last picture (the one with books, if anything). in fact, life is fantabulous here, don’t worry, mum). Continue reading