September has already come. The air smells like autumn. Leaves turn yellow, children go back to school and nature prepares to sleep. I feel like making some delicious tea, sit on the sofa and start counting chicks. Or make plans for the future. And it's even better when our trusty friends break this autumn homemade equinox and we go for a walk around Moscow together. This time we met music festival of military orchestras "Spasskaya Tower", and it's better to see or hear than to read about it. And here come Scots...
It’s been a while since we last published any info about Olga’s scientific works. This spring the 10th issue of “Footpath” magazine came out of press. This is a scientific magazine about contemporary British literature and of using it as a material for literature or language studies. The issue was prepared with financial support of Oxford Russia Fund.
Today Russia celebrates an Orthodox holiday – St. Peter's and ST. Fevronia's Day. At first, they were a strange couple, but eventually managed to build a strong family. After all, the main thing is not that we are different, or bad, or strange, but what kind of families we make. Peter with Fevronia began their family quite weird for ancient Russia (she was a peasant and he was a prince. She cured him of leprosy, and made him marry her or otherwise the leprosy would not have passed), but they made their way to a great family and even died on the same day.
The litfamily has been visiting quite a few places recently, but we do not always manage to write about it in time. A week ago, in vegetarian art-café “Divan” several Moscow musicians (Arabian lutes and percussion instruments) in cooperation with young Syrian lady Ghofran Zeino (viola) had their first public performance. They went beyond house concerts and met their grateful spectators. The percussion instruments start the rhythm, the lutes bring that inimitable Arabic taste and the viola makes it all so familiar that we see the deserts of Ancient Egypt and Mediterranean. Can you see a caravan treads steadily through the eternal sands? Or is there a magic carpet floating slowly above them?