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?
Dear readers, guests, friends and all who happened to drop in! We are glad to greet you on Victory Day! The most important point is that the World War II shall never happen again and may all the conflicts in the Earth end for good. We have friends and readers from many countries, faiths and subcultures. Everyone is dear to us and valuable for the world. We all deserve to live without fear for tomorrow. Let’s live in peace!
In Moscow I found four rules for life: never stop, never miss anything, never be ill, never die. Today I will tell you about the first one. Every day millions of people walk pass you. During rush hours in the metro they strive to their destinations: to the train, to the entrance, to the connecting passage. The organized crowds run or flow gently by – the tempo depends upon the corridor width and time of the day. The one who is away or behind the schedule will be given a superior look or a perceptible poke. There is no time to turn around and sort things out - the human flow will collapse you. The same atmosphere is in stores, underpassages and even in some streets. Every place has its own rush hour - some have it at noon, the other – on weekend.
There are special places to stop – like parks and small yards which are not fenced yet. There is also unique time for it. For example, in Alexander Gardens such time comes only after midnight or during severe downpour. You may stop on a curb or by the column in the metro, if you find room there. Time is runnig forward, people are running by – do not stand for too long. Check your destination, send a rapid SMS, check in - and onward! If you need to wait for someone – pretend that you almost live here: lean on the column, take you phone out, put your backpack at your feet (careful, make sure no one can kick it) and take some food from the backpack. Right, now it’s your place for a while.