Sunday, January 1, 2012

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!! / С Рождеством и С Новым Годом!!!

     Wow, it's hard to believe it's already 2012! It seems like the last year really flew - a friend of mine once told me that when you are very young, time seems to move slower, then when you get to be in your late teens and in your twenties the pace speeds up, and that after that it doesn't slow down until you're over fifty! Of course, I don't know if she was just telling me this because I was eight years old at the time and fretting over the fact that some holiday - I think it was Christmas - was taking forever in coming, or whether it is all actually true...but I can definitely vouch for the increase in pace when you get in your twenties!!!
     The last month has certainly flown by. I think that is the reason that Thanksgiving and Christmas have separate months - it really feels like you've stepped into a time warp where everything speeds up when you try to have Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations in the same month! It felt like I'd just finished washing dishes after Thanksgiving dinner when it was already time to start thinking about Christmas decorations. Of course, finding the Christmas tree ready and waiting out on the balcony was a big help, and so were the ornaments in the closet - Christmas decorating can get expensive really quickly! It also helped that the neighbor kids came over and helped me make some paper ornaments - Timour even made me a beautiful paper star for the top of the tree.  And I found a great deal on tinsel at Billa, and since I decided not to make gingerbread this year (the thought of trying to find molasses, and both types of corn syrup, and nutmeg, and some equivalent to pumpkin spice proved too daunting) I had all of these whole cloves left over from the pumpkin pie recipe that I wasn't going to use. So I took some mandarin oranges and paper clips and made ornaments instead!
 Lilya's ornament

 Timour's ornament


 a couple of my ornaments
 my beautiful Christmas tree!!!

 lights in my bedroom window :)

However, I'm pretty sure my piece de resistance (at least in terms of Christmas decorations I have finished setting up; more on that in a minute) has to be the Advent wreath - not for appearance so much as for the effort that went into putting it together. I already wrote about my unfruitful search for purple and pink candles and the resultant painting. But that only gave me candles - I still didn't actually have a wreath. Well, about five days before Christmas it started to snow....and snow....and snow... I have never seen so much snow except for once before in my life (remember the two feet we had around 1999?). And it was so beautiful. I can see why some languages have many different names for snow; there are so many different kinds! When it first started, the flakes were big, soft, wet, and fluffy - they clung to everything. As soon as it got a bit colder, though, it changed to the sand-like snow I've written about before. A couple of days later (yes, it was snowing almost ceaselessly for four days!) it alternated between tiny ice crystals and the most beautiful snow I've ever seen, snow I don't think I've ever seen in North Carolina: some of the flakes were almost four millimeters in diameter; it was like a master crystal-cutter had specially designed each one. And it sparkled! I've read about sparkling snow before, and some of the snows back in North Carolina have sparkled a bit I think, but this was like watching sequins fall from the sky - they glinted whenever they caught the light. And it was all so quiet. Sometimes I think that's what I love most about the snow, the way it hushes all the day-to-day sounds. Of course, it wasn't as quiet here as it would have been back home (I think Muscovites have a similar resolution about weather that our post office does, but the Russians stick to theirs more faithfully than our post office does today! - "Neither snow nor rain not heat nor gloom of night can stay us from our swift attempts to drive our cars on the roads.") So it wasn't as quiet as NC would have been; there were still people driving, but since they were driving through at least a couple of inches of slush, even the traffic sounds were muted. And at this point you're probably wondering what all of this has to do with my Advent wreath. Well, I knew I wanted greenery for my wreath, real greenery to make up for having a fake tree, so I decided to steal some for the park I walk through to get to work. So on the twenty-third I put on a double layer of socks, laced up my boots, and trekked off through the snow...it was some of the most fun I've had since I've been here! Just a wealth of snow! I took my camera, and I must have taken dozens of pictures. At one point I started running through the knee-deep snow just for the fun of it...and promptly fell over. It made me realize I haven't run just for the fun of it since I've gotten here; I need to do it more often. (In fact, I think it wouldn't hurt a lot of adults to take a random sprint now and then.)
 snoooooowwwww!!!!!!!!!!




 winter birds :)

 funny little snow caps on the dried flowerheads 


 the frozen pond

 if it's possible to be high on snow excitement, then I'm pretty sure that's the state I was in





Anyways, I had a lovely time stealing fir branches and the beautiful red berries that hang off of the trees around my flat - I don't know what these trees are called, but they have bright red berries that hang in bunches off of each branch, and the snow piles up on the bunches in funny peaks. So Christmas Eve night found me frantically trying to assemble all of my decorations - I was still trying to finish decorating the tree, I had to put the wreath together, I was planning to make sugar cookies, and I was having Jenny and Andrey over for dinner.


In the end, I just had to nix the idea of sugar cookies, and the tinsel and mandarin orange ornaments had to wait until Jenny and Andrey had left. So I stayed up decorating until at least 1 in the morning, and even then I didn't finish - I still haven't finished my nativity scene! I can't remember if I mentioned it in my previous blog, but I think not. Anyway, I decided that I needed a nativity scene in my apartment - it's one of the Christmas traditions I really didn't want to do without. But since Christmas isn't all that big a deal in Russia, they don't sell nativity scenes in the shops, at least not in any of the ones I frequent. So I decided to make my own. Therefore, it's not finished yet. So far I've got the stable, the donkey, and the midwife and her apprentice finished, and the shepherds are about halfway done, but as of yet there is no sign of the Holy Family, or the three kings, or any of their entourage, and no angels to speak of! But I figure that as long as I finish it before the end of the Christmas season, it won't be too disgraceful.
 the stable in progress

 finished stable

 midwife and her apprentice; donkey

     As for the actual celebrations of Christmas and New Years, they went better than I thought they would. I was afraid, especially at Christmas, that I would suddenly be overcome by a huge wave of homesickness. Back home, we have so many special traditions and fun ways to prepare for Christmas, and I just knew that at some point it would hit me that I was celebrating Christmas without my family, almost on the other side of the world. However, my Christmas was so different this year that it really didn't feel like the Christmases I am used to at all. It was still good, it was just different. On the 23rd we had a party at the Mitino school, and that was a lot more fun than office parties usually are, I think. The school is so small, and we all get along pretty well, so it was fun to celebrate together. Then on the 24th Jenny and Andrey came over to my place and we made a nice dinner. It was really sweet of them to come and celebrate, it helped make Christmas Eve seem special, which I especially needed after working all day. (Speaking of which, I'm of the firm opinion that working on Christmas Eve should be illegal. People should get off on the 23rd and then have a day to prepare before Christmas.) Anyway, we didn't really do much of anything except cook, eat, and talk, but it was really nice and low-key. And since Andrey was tired from work, we spoke Russian practically the whole time, which was a really good way for me to practice - there wasn't any pressure, and if I was stuck for a word I could use the English one. So all in all it was fun. The only downside was that I was up til 1 or 2 trying to finish decorating! But even that was nice because I skyped with my family while decorating.
     It sure was hard prying myself out of bed Christmas morning, though! I had to get up early to go to Mass, and that was the only point when I felt a funny pang, opening my door and seeing the Christmas tree - back home, we kids have a special tradition on Christmas morning: the first person to wake up has to wake all the others up, and no one is allowed to go downstairs until everyone is awake. Then we all go down together, and turn on the lights, and wake up Mom and Dad, and open presents. But I didn't have any time to get depressed; it's an hour to church on the metro, and I had to hurry. Mass was beautiful - the whole church was ablaze with lights, and at the base of every column there was a Christmas tree dazzling with tinsel and ornaments and lights.
 didn't get many good pictures, unfortunately!

The singing was wonderful, and many of the songs were Christmas carols/hymns we often sing translated into Russian. So for once I knew the tunes, and could really sing. We did "Silent Night" and "Oh, Holy Night," and "Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful". I was particularly thrilled with "Oh, Holy Night"; it's one of my favorite carols. So Mass was beautiful, and then I had to catch the metro up to Marina Rosha station to go to dance class - like I said, it's a normal day for most Russians, so everything went on as usual. Class was so much fun - we did a ballet barre, and learned the first variation from Carmen (which I've done before, and it was so great to get to do it again), and then we put on character shoes and worked on a Moldavian dance, which was a new style for me and so interesting. After class, we had an impromptu party: Lena bought food and we all sat and watched the dvd of their latest recital. It was great fun, and it was really nice to spend a little time with the other company members outside of the studio.
     By the time I got home, it was 8:00, and I was absolutely exhausted, but happy. I skyped with the fam again, and went to sleep. Aaaaaaannnnd that's almost all I've done this entire past week: sleep. It has been wonderful! However, amidst all the sleeping I did find time to go see a movie with Liliya, a New Year's comedy called "Yolki 2" ("Christmas Trees 2") which I actually understood! (It really does merit an exclamation point; it was one of those films where there are about six different plot lines and they finally all tie together but until the very end you have no idea how.) And on Friday we went together to see the Kremlin. That was so cool - also really cold! We had had a thaw a couple of days before, so there wasn't much snow on the ground, and the temperatures weren't even that far below zero, but I just didn't wear enough layers so I was freezing! The inside of the Kremlin was a lot smaller than I expected. I think because we stayed in the Sobornaya Ploshad (Church Square) and didn't walk around very much, I didn't get a true idea of the Kremlin's size. But I loved seeing all the old churches - they are all so beautiful, with the rich, dark colors, and the gleaming metal accents on the icons, and the vaulted ceilings. I also saw Ivan the Terrible's tomb, and Dmitri Donskoy's, which in my opinion were a lot cooler than seeing Lenin! (Which I haven't done yet and don't plan to.) We also saw the Tsar's Cannon and the Tsar's Bell, both of which are enormous. Apparently the Tsar's Bell was never rung; when it was removed from the mold a huge chunk fell out of it, which is sad because I can't imagine how beautiful such a huge bell would sound. It is amazing to imagine casting such a huge bell such a long time ago, though...even today, with all of our scientific advancements and technology, it would be a mighty feat. Anyway, it was really neat, and it is one of the only places in Moscow where it is really easy to imagine yourself back hundreds of years - nearly all of the buildings are so old; there is a real sense of history there.
 entering the Kremlin: Troitskaya Bashnya

 inside, approaching Sobornaya Ploshad

 Sobornaya Ploshad
 Blagoveshenskiiy Sobor

 Liliya and me in front of Uspenskiiy Sobor

 the Kremlin New Year's Tree

 the bell towers

 the small, beautiful Tserkov' Rizpolozheniya

 entrance to the Uspenskiiy Sobor

 the Moscow River from the Kremlin walls

 Bolshoi Kremlevskiiy Dvorets (literally, "Big Kremlin Palace") and the Blagoveshenskiiy Sobor

 Tsar's Cannon

 the Tsar's Bell



We also walked around Red Square briefly; it is all aglow lights right now, and there is an ice rink set up in the center of it! It was all very festive and fun, a really neat way to spend the day.
 the eternal flame near the entrance to Red Square; we got to see the changing of the guard, which was really cool! 

 Red Square!!!

 looking across Red Square in the other direction


     Yesterday was fun as well. My partner in crime from the Mitino school, Teya, came back from Denmark, and we celebrated New Year's together. I love Teya because she is so fun and crazy; she was the perfect person to see in the New Year's with. First, we both decided to get really dressed up, and then she came over and we started the evening with tea and sugar cookies. Then we walked over across the way to Shokoladnitsa and had dinner. Shokoladnitsa is basically the Russian equivalent of Starbucks, but with more hot chocolate options, so it was pretty fun to go in and order when we were dressed up like we were going ot the opera! After that, we walked back to the flat and had shots of vodka - well, I had about half of a shot and that was all; it still tastes like shoe polish to me. Teya had this trick she'd learned where you drink vodka accompanied by a piece of brown bread. First you sniff the bread, the you take a sip of vodka, then you eat a piece of the bread. But then it just tasted like eating brown bread with shoe polish...I don't think I'll ever be much of a drinker! Afterwards, we watched The Irony of Fate, which was great fun. If you haven't seen this movie, I would recommend it; it's quite funny! But it's also quite long, so don't try to watch it in a hurry - it's probably best for a long evening when you don't have anything planned. You can watch it on youtube with English subtitles; the link is here:  http://www.youtube.com/movie?v=lVpmZnRIMKs&feature=mv_sr
     Afterwards, we still had about half an hour til midnight, so we chatted and Teya got the champagne out. Five minutes til midnight we turned on the television to see the Spasskaya Bashnya clock ring at the Kremlin. I have to admit, I think that's a much better tradition than our ball drop - even as kids my siblings and I didn't really see the point. After all, nothing really happens! It would be much better if they actually dropped the ball, at least! I was explaining that tradition to Liliya, and she didn't really see the point of it either. Anyway, Teya and I rang in the New Year's with the Kremlin bells and singing...and then the most beautiful thing happened. People started shooting off fireworks all over Mitino, and there were some right in our courtyard! And almost as soon as the Kremlin bells stopped ringing, it started to snow - that most beautiful kind, with the huge, sparkling flakes.

 fireworks in our courtyard!
     So much has happened for me in 2011, both bad and good: my dad lost his job, my little brother got held back in school, one of my dearest friends moved to Washington, D.C., and I realized that joining a dance company across the ocean is not as easy as I'd hoped it would be. But I also got to travel to Italy - twice! - both times with some of my best friends; Sophie and I got to make our first trip to Washington; I graduated from college; I got to see my younger siblings really grow and develop; I got to play the Evil Queen in the ballet Snow White, we all made it safely through a tornado; I got to assist teaching Russian language with a wonderful teacher, and I moved to Moscow, where I'm learning so much about other people, my faith, and myself every day. I don't know what 2012 will bring, but I hope it will bring a job for my dad, good health for all my family and friends, and that God will make his purpose for me in this next year very clear. Lots of love to everybody, and Happy New Year!!! May it bring you joy. :)

Sunday, December 11, 2011

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas...

     Well, looks like I need to play catch-up again. But that is not such an unpleasant thought to an English major stretched out on the floor in her fuzzy flannel pajamas, with the colorful Christmas lights blinking in her window and the ground covered in a blanket of snow outside. We had our first real snow the other day - the other ones were all just "pretend" snows, because here it takes a lot of snow to actually cover the ground. Because the temperatures stay below freezing, the snow isn't wet and doesn't stick to the top of the grass; it sifts down between the blades like sand, and it has to accumulate like sand before it gets high enough to hide the grass. It is nice to have everything so beautiful and white again; this past week we had a thaw and all the snow melted and all of Moscow turned into one huge muddy mess. Every time I went walking anywhere I had to come home and wash my pant legs in the bathtub - I'd have mud splatters all the way up to the backs of my knees!
yes, those are people walking on the pond!

     The week before that, though, was quite snowy, and it was odd to be preparing my belated Thanksgiving feast when it was snowing outside. Speaking of which, I must pause here to state my appreciation for mothers everywhere who make Thanksgiving dinner for their families each year - it is HARD! I like cooking, so I enjoyed it, but I was literally in the kitchen all day. The great endeavour began the night before, when I came home from work and made up my list of all the food I would need to buy at the grocery store. Then I sat down with my dictionary and looked up the Russian names for all the random foods they don't teach you the names of in college - ginger, cloves, cranberries, etc. That being done, I mustered up my energy and marched over to the grocery store. It was 9:00 at night, and I was tired, but I was determined to buy everything I would need so that I could spend the whole of the next day purely cooking. However, despite my good intentions and an hour and a half spent in the grocery store (at least half an hour of which was spent staring at the spice shelves and trying to will powdered ginger and thyme into existence - it didn't work, and I ended up buying "Hmeli-sumeli" instead...which I'm pretty sure translates as "hmeli-sumeli"...and sticking a piece of ginger root into my cart at the last minute) my mission was doomed to fail. When I was checking out, the grumpy lady at the cash register (I can't blame her; it was 10:30 at night) sent me dashing back to the vegetables section because I had forgotten to get a weight sticker put on the onions, and I'm pretty sure that while I was gone she stole my piece of ginger, because when I got home it was definitely not in my bags. For a few moments I entertained the wild notion of trying to jump-start my sleepy brain to tell my legs to march back to the shop and buy the ginger then and there, but my brain just rolled over and started snoring again. So I reluctantly surrendered and made a second trip in the morning. Then it was time to dry the ginger in the oven, and then to cook the turkey and simultaneously chop onions for the stuffing...and then chop more onions for the stuffing...and then chop more onions for the stuffing...and then get lost in a fog of onion-created tears, feel blindly for the window, and crank it wide open so that the snowflakes could drift gently in and make little puddles on the floor while I finally finished the blasted onions and started on the celery...then make the pumpkin pie...then realize that my mom was right when she said the filling was enough for two pies and make more pumpkin pie... then make mashed potatoes...which turned into pureed potatoes because I was really excited that I actually had a mixer which my friend had lent me and got a little carried away...then chop more onions (*%$^*) for the sauteed squash. It was quite a masterly maneuver if I do say so myself, especially considering I only had one oven pan for almost everything, so baking times had to be strategically planned. But I finished, and I finished everything on time, and everyone came, and they all ate everything, and nothing was burnt and nothing was raw, and besides some jokes about the soupiness of the potatoes, the food part seemed to turn out all right. And the conversation flowed pretty well, and a couple of people brought champagne and wine, and overall I think it turned out well for my first real hostess endeavour (in my whole life, a fact which I was pondering right before people started to arrive: "This is my first time trying to cook a dinner for a whole group of people...my first real event as a hostess...why did I have to decide to start with a Thanksgiving dinner of all things?!?" But the heavens smiled down on me and there weren't any major disasters!
     I can't say I did much of anything else that weekend except sleep to recuperate from the cooking marathon, and my next week was not marked out by too much of anything special save for the fact that a number of my students were absent. It's sort of the reverse from NC with sickness and snow here. If you're sick in NC, you might miss a couple of days of school, but then you get on some antibiotics or some other medicine and you're back in class. But if a single snowflake falls from the sky, all the schools and even some businesses immediately shut down. Here, as one of my students put it, "The snow doesn't stop anybody...I like driving in the winter actually. Everyone drives until the stupid people have accidents, and then they stop driving and leave the roads clear for us." (I didn't ask him how he defines "stupid people"!) But if someone gets sick, then the turnaround time is a lot longer. One of my students came down with the measles of all things, and he developed complications and an infection and ended up being in the hospital and missed three weeks of classes. He's alright now, thank goodness, but it was so weird because kids just don't really have that same sort of thing happen in the U.S. - heck, I'm pretty sure nobody even gets measles anymore.
     The other remarkable thing that week was that suddenly Christmas decorations started showing up in all the stores. Except they are not for Christmas...they are for New Year's. The Russians don't celebrate Christmas like we do, I think in part because of being communist for so long and also in part because the Russian Orthodox Christmas isn't until January 6th, I think. So instead of "Christmas trees" they have "New Year's trees." Regardless, seeing all the lights and decorations was really making me feel the lack in our flat, and it was creating a wild urge in me to dive into the first store I saw and buy loads of ornaments, lights, and even a plastic tree. However, common sense took hold and I decided to look around our flat first before I made any major purchases...and I'm really glad I did... I found an entire Christmas tree in a box out on our balcony, and glass balls in the closet, and even a strand of lights! It wasn't a little tree either; it's as tall as I am!


I dusted off all the balls, but I decided to nix the lights...they were from 1991, and some of the bulbs shone just a bit too brightly for my taste. So I splurged at the store and bought three strands of colored lights, and now they are twinkling merrily all around the flat. I'm not completely done decorating yet, so I think I will wait to post pictures until it's all done. The other thing I splurged on was Advent candles. I had been keeping an eye out for them ever since Advent started, but the only colors I could find were silver, gold, and blue - they don't seem to have the pink and purple tradition here. Finally I bought some silver candles and painted them...I think they turned out really well! Of course, it's a bit silly because I haven't even burned them yet, but at this point I think I'm going to save them for Christmas Eve night.


     I have to figure out what I'm doing on Christmas, because both of my flatmates are leaving so I will be alone in the flat. I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing, but I need to think of ways to make Christmas special for myself since I won't be with my family and it would really stink to spend Christmas moping around because I'm not at home. Right now I'm thinking I will go to midnight mass, and probably on Christmas day I will make some hot chocolate, light the Advent candles, say a couple of rosaries, and skype with my family later in the day when Christmas morning arrives for them. The way I see it, the two things that make Christmas really special are 1) duh - the birth of Christ and 2) time with family, and since I can't have the second as much this year I'm going to make the most out of the first. I don't know what it says for me in terms of intelligence, but little things really make a difference for me, and having a Christmas tree with beautiful ornaments and lights and having lights in the windows does so much to brighten my mood that I think if I make sure I've prepared enough for Christmas it will still feel like a really joyful special day even if I can't celebrate it at home.
     This past Friday was charged with frenetic excitement because I found out that Evgenia Obraztsova was coming to perform La Sylphide at a theatre in Moscow in January, and I was planning to buy tickets. Unfortunately, after trekking all the way into the centre and wandering about through the snow until I found the theatre box office, the tickets in my price range were already sold out. But I will see Obraztsova dance live someday!! Speaking of which, I am attaching a clip from her Romeo and Juliet here - in my opinion she is one of the best Juliets of our time, and if you haven't happened to see her dance before please watch this clip and just disregard the bits where people are talking - the most important part is seeing her telling this story with such passion and vibrance! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKd5xgcFk0o&feature=related

So anyways, I was disappointed not to get tickets, but it was a good wake-up call - I need to get in gear if I'm going to see ballets here! I had no idea tickets sold out so far in advance, so I'm glad I know now!
    Friday night I got to hang out with some friends and see my co-worker's flat for the first time - it is definitely a cut above ours! But I really like our flat just the way it is, and any thoughts of jealousy were wiped from my mind as soon as one of Teya's flatmates opened her door and a putrid cloud of cigarette smoke drifted throughout the house - I just don't understand how some people can enjoy that smell! I stuck it out for an hour, but then I begged off due to the lateness of the hour and the fact that I had work the next day - it was almost midnight, so it was pretty late - and bounded gratefully out into the freezing air, taking deep gulps to try to cleanse my lungs.
    Saturday night was fun in a quieter way - I invited my neighbor's two kids over to help me make ornaments and decorate the Christmas tree. I don't know if I mentioned Lilya in any earlier posts, but she is a really sweet fourteen-year-old who lives next door and who is really eager to learn English. She and her younger brother Timour came over, and I pulled out the glitter and markers and stiff paper and made banana bread and tea, and we supplemented the rather meagre array of glass balls with some beautiful paper ornaments. I was really glad they could come - it wouldn't have been any fun to decorate by myself, and besides, for me Christmas is linked with kids having fun, so it was cool that they could come over to help. Again, I will post pictures of the tree soon; for now here are some of the ornaments we made.Well, I was going to post pictures, but at this point my internet is being really flaky so I think I'll just have to wait til next time.

    Today I went out to Mass and then went to watch a rehearsal of the dance group I am GOING TO JOIN!!! I made my decision and I'm really excited to start with them this week - I think it will be a good place to dance and that it will be a lot of fun. I can't WAIT to do character dance again! Which is probably a good thing - not being able to wait will stir me to do some classes on my own in the flat this week so I don't make a complete fool of myself on Friday. If you want to see pictures and stuff of the group, the link is here: http://www.sokolovteatr.ru/youth

    And that's about all I have to report for now...Only two weeks until vacation and I'm SO excited. I'm going to start putting together a sightseeing list to make up for my appalling lack of activity in that area thus far, but I'm also going to spend at least two days doing absolutely nothing but SLEEPING, reading, and possibly having a cup of hot chocolate IF I'm motivated enough to get out of bed. :) However, there are still two weeks of teaching, and oh, yeah, Christmas cookies! Which thankfully won't mean chopping onions, but I do see whole ginger and cloves looming menacingly in my future....well, I say BRING IT ON!!!

Friday, November 25, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

     Or С днем благодарения!!! ... whichever you prefer. Although Russia doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving in any form or fashion (duh). In fact, their knowledge of our good old pilgrim tradition is startlingly inaccurate. I gave two of my adult students a Thanksgiving quiz for fun at the start of class, and they determined that the pilgrims celebrated their first day of thanks in 1830 after landing on their ship the Santa Maria. Not even joking. Of course, I don't know how well I would score on a quiz about a Russian holiday, but anyway after that class I immediately set about remedying the problem of Russian ignorance of Thanksgiving in the younger generations: my eight-year-old learned how to say "turkey," "Happy Thanksgiving," and how to make a hand-turkey during her lesson yesterday!
     But anyway...on to what I'm thankful for. Because yep, you guessed it, this is going to be one of those blog posts in list format. But it will also tell you what's been going on recently, so if you can stand overuse of the word "thankful" and a dose of determined optimism, then grit your teeth and read on! Otherwise, I would just stop here.

     Ok, for starters, I'm thankful that freezing temperatures don't feel as cold as I feared they would. I have yet to experience -25 Celsius, but these past two weeks Celsius has danced around from about 3 below to 12 below, and it hasn't felt that bad. If anything, I think the temperatures just above freezing feel colder - then the damp really seeps into your bones, whereas below freezing temps are much drier and not so pervasive.



     I'm also thankful that even though I have to walk to work  in the freezing cold at 9:00 in the morning, I get to watch the sun rise. Yes, the sun rises at 9:30. It's really hard to drag yourself out of bed when it's 7:45 or even 8 and it's still pitch-black outside, but it's nice to watch the sun rise without having to get up at 5 or 6 in the morning. Also, the sunrises and sunsets last a lot longer here, almost an hour each, since the sun stays close to the horizon for longer before it actually rises or sets. I can't wait until we have some real snow on the ground - we've just had a little so far, and because the temps are below freezing all the time it gets blown around like really white sand, so right now it looks more like grassy beaches around here than snowy fields. The pond in the park has almost completely frozen over - I saw a man walking on the water the other day and totally did a double take. Even the Volga is freezing over. I know for a Russian this sounds really dumb - like one of my students said the other day, "Snow - it's not a big thing for us. We have it every year." - but for a newcomer from Nawth Carolaina, it's all exciting.





     I'm thankful that I like all of my students and don't dread any of my classes. All of my students seem to want to learn...well, at least most of the time. The other day, my six-year-old, Yeva, decided about fifteen minutes before the end of the lesson that it was time for me to leave. She kept asking, "Goodbye Hannah? Homework?" in such hopeful tones that it was really hard to let her down and tell her that we still had to play some more English games before I could leave! And I might kill my FCE student (a sixteen-year-old boy) because he didn't do his homework this past week...but otherwise, everyone seems to be making a conscious effort and I think they are all making progress, which is a relief (I actually CAN teach, at least a little! Phew!).
     I'm grateful that there is a wealth of books in my room that the landlady left behind. I'm currently working on "The Old Man and the Sea," with interspersed breaks of The Lord of the Rings in English when my brain gets all Russianed out. I've even dragged my Russian grammar exercise book out of its place of concealment and have been reviewing my cases. Not that it seems to make much difference when I'm speaking; the cases come out every which way anyway, but at least I feel like I'm making an effort. And I must be improving a little - I convinced one of the ticket ladies at the Tretyakov Gallery today that I was Russian. Ha!
 definitely thankful for the Tretyakov Gallery - beautiful artwork!
Although I'm pretty sure it had more to do with my accent and less to do with any complicated grammatical construction. Yeva's mom told me the other day that I should get a Russian boyfriend, "because then you can talk to him about everything! The weather, how you're feeling, the price of groceries..." But at the moment I think I'll just stick with my Чистая Грамматика (Pure Grammar) and Старик и море (The Old Man and the Sea), thank you very much!
     I'm also thankful that I get to go and see a dance performance on Sunday night. It's by an amateur folk and modern dance ensemble that I'm considering joining, and I'm really hoping that it will be the right fit for me, because at the moment I'm not dancing at all and I'm really missing it ("really missing it" as in I sometimes dance around the flat after midnight because I can't sleep for missing it). However, I'm also grateful for this time of not dancing, because it's proved to me that I'm stronger than I thought I was - I always assumed that I wouldn't be able to exist if I wasn't dancing. But I can exist - I can go to work and cook and buy groceries and read and sleep and do everything else normally without suddenly self-combusting out of dance-deprivation-induced frustration. However, it's not a comfortable situation - I feel like one of the most alive parts of me has gone to sleep when I'm not dancing, so I really hope that this company will be the right fit for me to at least start back with...and maybe it will lead to something more full-time later on.
     I'm also thankful that I have such a wonderful, strong family...they've really been through it lately. Dad lost his job this past week, and Mom came down with a mild case of pneumonia and had to go the ER with a kidney stone, so it's a pretty stressful time right now. Mom is ok - she has a lithotripsy scheduled on Monday to break up the kidney stone, and pneumonia-wise she's doing better now. I'm really proud of my dad because he's really being optimistic about looking for a new job, and in a way I'm grateful that he's out of his old job because he was working for a perfect WITCH (and I would use stronger language but this is a G-rated blog) who decided arbitrarily that she wanted to fire him, and hopefully he will find a much better job now than the one he had before. So it's been a hard time for them, and it's been hard for me too - not nearly as hard, since I haven't been on the front lines of the events, but at the same time it is infuriating to be an entire ocean away when the thing you want most in the world is to hug your mom and dad. But again, I'm grateful for being so far away, because it's really made me realize how little I am in control, and how much I just have to trust God to take care of my family. That's not an easy realization for me - it involved/still involves lots of angry glances skyward and grumbling and muttering occasionally - thank goodness God is all-merciful because otherwise I'm pretty sure I would have grumbled and muttered myself into a nice warm spot in Hell by now!
     And I'm grateful for my friends, here and back home. I've met some really wonderful people here, and I've had some really wonderful emails, messages, and skype calls with people back home that have really helped me (especially an email suggesting a Pollyanna outlook on life's problems that gave me the idea to write this blog).  I'm so grateful that I have the opportunity to live in an entirely different place in the world - I think it is teaching me a lot about other people and something about myself, too.




 And I'm grateful for all the beautiful art, music, dance, and every other beautiful thing like snowflakes and the black etching of tree branches against the sky at dawn and the fact that a random garbage collector was singing for me yesterday on the way through the park and the excitement on my six-year-old student's face when she comes to meet me at the door dresse up in her mom's dress with a fan and her red heeled shoes on. All of that makes life good. 
So Happy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone else has as many good things to be thankful for as I have.

    
    

Friday, November 11, 2011

It's the Little Things in Life...

     Little things like books, and snowflakes, and figuring out how to fold out your futon bed. This hasn't been the best of weeks, but little things like those make it better. I had a lovely weekend last week - one of my classes on Saturday cancelled, so I had an almost three-day weekend, since I only had one class on Saturday. Teya (one of the other teachers at the Mitino school) and I went on a search for an English-language bookstore. She has a great sense of humor and we get along really well, so even though it took the usual hour on the metro to get to the center it didn't feel like an hour at all. We got off the metro and headed for the "Moskva" bookstore. She appreciates literature as much as I do, though, so we both had to pause at Pushkin Square to get a picture with the Russian Shakespeare.


     Since Teya hadn't eaten lunch yet, we both decided to stop in at the Pushkin Cafe before we headed to the bookstore. Talk about posh! I knew it was expensive before going in, but it was ridiculous! I paid five dollars for a chocolate ice-cream, and instead of trying to describe it I'm just going to post a picture so you can compare the size of the spoon to the size of the scoop...and I promise it's not a giant spoon - it's just normal-sized. So it was a rip-off, but it was so tastefully done and we sort of knew what we were doing going in to eat there that we could just laugh at it. Besides, it was a neat experience to try just once.

 Like I said...POSH
 
After eating, we ventured back onto the street to find the bookstore. I placed my confidence in Teya since I'm terrible with directions, but it tuns out she's worse than I am - I was the one who figured out we were walking away from the bookstore rather than towards it! But find it we eventually did - there was a strange layout because the store was long but narrow, so you had to dive into these little corners to find each kind of book. The English section was smaller than we'd expected, and once I actually started looking at the books I realized how ridiculous it felt to buy an English book when I'm here trying to improve my Russian. So I browsed through the Russian sections for a while, but I didn't want to buy any classics because our flat came with a bunch of Russian literature in the cabinet in my room. I felt a bit disappointed - I didn't want to have made the trek and not actually have bought anything, but I didn't want to buy something just because I felt obliged to do it, either. But then, just as we were walking out of the store, we stumbled upon the music and ballet books. I found the memoirs of Matilde Kshessinskaya! This was really exciting for me, because I like to collect the memoirs of famous Russian ballerinas - it's so interesting to learn about who they were as people. But it's difficult to find them online, especially if they haven't been translated into English. So that was my special treat for the day - I'm saving it to read once I've gotten a bit better at Russian.

     At the moment I've finished reading the Harry Potter books that were lying around our flat and am working on 451 по фаренгейту - Farenheit 451. This is proving a lot harder than Harry Potter - I think I'm going to need to read it twice through, because I know I'm missing a lot of details! But then, it's a strange enough book to try to read in English, so it might not have been the best choice. Today, though, I'm being blissfully lazy and reading my good old Lord of the Rings. There is so much more savour in reading a book in your native language - you can understand all the nuances of language that you lose when you're reading in a language you're not fluent in.
     I also bought winter clothes this weekend. The temperatures, which had been hovering around freezing, suddenly plummeted to -10 on the weekend. I had been putting off buying boots and a hat and gloves and long underwear...but there is nothing like 20 degrees Farenheit to make you realize that winter in Moscow is going to be COLD! So after church on Sunday I took the metro to Ashan, a huge supermarket at the Strogino stop. And when I say huge, I mean HUGE. Picture a Kroger and a Target put together, with an organizational system in which vandals are allowed to run amok through the store and pick up and drop things wherever they want as they please every morning before the store opens. I managed to find what I wanted - a bargain pair of boots, gloves, hat, and woollen hose. Of course, the boots turned out to a bit more of a bargain than I planned - the metal triangles for the laces were not soldered together, but were simply bent into triangles, so as soon as I tried them on at home and pulled the laces tight the triangles simply pulled apart. So I spent the rest of the day sewing loops to put the laces through instead... I haven't actually tried them outside yet, so I hope nothing else catastrophic happens when I do...
     Anyway, I had a good weekend, but the week proved to be a hard one. Even with the long weekend, I was completely exhausted, both physically and mentally, and I was feeling really stressed for a couple of different reasons. Part of it was that I've been realizing the impossibility of trying to work full-time and dance full-time - physically and mentally I just don't have the strength for it. So I've decided to try to find a place where I can dance part-time - I think I will enjoy that much more than tearing myself apart trying to dance and teach every minute of every day. Also, my family has had some stress at home, and it's hard not being there with them.
     But praying has brought me a lot of peace - isn't it great how God is always there - and like I said, little things have been making life bright. Little things such as...SNOW!!! It finally snowed here for real a couple of days ago! It's all melted now, but it was really beautiful a couple of days ago. I know I looked like a complete idiot walking through the park - I kept craning my neck to look up at the snowflakes, and big slushy flakes kept falling down my neck inside my scarf. I was more excited about it than my six-year-old student - when I pointed out the window and said, "Look, it's snowing!" thinking she would be really excited and we could take that opportunity to learn some winter weather words, she looked and said calmly, "snoooo-wing," then went back to coloring her butterfly. I guess if you've had snowy winters the previous five years of your life it's not such a big deal. Piffle - right now in my naivete I feel as if I'll always be excited by snow! I suppose in the course of this winter we'll see.
 SNOW!!!

     I also figured out how to open my futon bed, which was supremely exciting. I tried the first night I arrived, but I couldn't figure out how to do it, so I've just been sleeping on one side of it. It's not uncomfortable, but it is a bit cramped. So finally last night I decided I was going to find out how to do it. It's too bad I couldn't get it on film, because I'm pretty sure it looked like a Charlie Chaplin episode. First I opened it out by accident - I was really excited - I'd done it! Then I started to wonder if I could close it again, since I wasn't sure how I'd opened it in the first place. So I lifted up one half of it, and then it locked in perpendicular position again, but somehow the sitting part and the back part had flipped, so now instead of a couch facing out into the room it was a couch facing the wall. Then I couldn't get it to flip back again - for a while it was looking as if I'd have to climb over the couch back to get to the seat part so that I could sleep - it was worse than before! Finally, I managed to get it to flip back again so it was facing out, and after about ten more minutes of heaving, huffing, and puffing, I managed to get it to open again. Which was a lot of trouble to go to at 1 in the morning, but it was worth it to be able to flop back luxuriantly and fling my arms and legs out without  a) hitting the couch back or b) falling over the edge and onto the floor. I slept sooo well last night!
     Today, I've done absolutely nothing - well, okay, I did go on a cleaning spree around the flat and I baked banana bread, which turned out deliciously if I do say so myself. But it has been so nice not to have to go anywhere or do anything. However, I'm planning a sight-seeing expedition for Sunday after mass - I haven't decided just where I'm going yet, but maybe the Tretyakov Gallery. For now, I think I'm going to sign off and go make dinner. I hope everyone has a good weekend!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

The Sky is...Blue?

     Well, my apologies...I've fallen terribly behind with this blog. To be fair, the last few weeks have been really hectic, though, so I think I have a bit of an excuse. Where to begin, where to begin...
     Winter has set in with a vengeance - it hasn't started snowing yet, so I'm sure the season will become progressively more vengeful as time goes on - but for now the weather hovers just above or at freezing, and the sky is perpetually grey. This is a bit of a mental adjustment for the small-town Southerner from sunny-skied North Carolina, where clouds actually mean rain. Here, the one doesn't necessarily follow the other - it is entirely possible to simply have leaden skies without precipitation for days on end. This gave me cause to question myself in one of my classes the other day, when I was teaching uses of the present simple. To illustrate present simple usage for "something that is always true," I gave them the sentence, "The sky is blue." After that class, I was walking home through the park and looked up at the sky and realized why they seemed confused with my example! It makes you really appreciate the sunny days when they come - even the sunlight is different here, though - the sun never crosses the midpoint of the sky - it performs a low arc on one end of the horizon, so even at midday the light is on a slant and casts shadows.
     Teaching is falling into a routine now, which is both a good and a bad thing. It's good because I'm feeling more confident in my classes, and I'm starting to see my students making progress, which is always reassuring - at least they are learning something when I'm standing up in front of them for two hours! I'm quite enjoying some of my classes - I have an upper intermediate adult class which is almost downright fun - they are really interested in different shades of meaning in words, and I'm having them read Nevil Shute's "A Town Like Alice" and Calvin and Hobbes comics, which for me is one of the coolest parts of teaching - being able to introduce people to new things to read! And I teach a six-year-old girl who is adorable, and I have Sasha whom I mentioned earlier...and I don't have any classes I dislike, either, which is nice.
     The bad side of falling into a routine is that my routine fills almost my whole day. Readers, you have permission to roll your eyes - it's a full time job, so obviously it should take almost my whole day. This will sound like a complaint, but really it is a fact that's been becoming more and more obvious to me the longer I've been here: I didn't come to Russia to spend my whole time teaching English. I like it, but it is not my passion - it's naive, probably, but I want to wake up every morning and be so excited about the things I'm going to do during the day that I just can't wait to start work...and for me, teaching doesn't spark that kind of excitement.
     So, onto things that do spark that kind of excitement...specifically, one thing, namely, dancing. I've actually made some progress in the past couple of weeks towards joining a dance company. The teacher at my dance studio gave me the name of his friend who is the director of a small company here in Moscow. He told me that they do folk dance as well as other types of dance, and that I should go and take a company class to try it out. So last Friday I mustered up my courage, my dance shoes, and my google map directions, and I set out to take a class. The journey was quite comical - I've been trying for almost a year to join a dance company, and never once before had I even come close to the actual "taking a class" stage, so I was convinced that something would happen to prevent me from actually getting to class. When I left the house a few minutes later than I'd planned, I thought, "Oh, so that's what will stop me - I'll be late." When I got off the metro at the station, I tried to figure out which street exit to take and thought, "No, this is what will stop me - I'll take the wrong exit onto the street and get completely turned around and not know where to go." But somehow I came out onto the right street with the first try. I walked down the street looking for the building number, and realized that something was wrong - the building numbers were decreasing rather than increasing. Then I knew, "Of course, I won't be able to find the building - that's what will keep me from taking the class." But I asked for directions and managed to set out in the right direction after wandering up and down for a few minutes. When I found the building - an old, nondescript building used as a Dom Kultury - a house of culture, literally, sort of the equivalent to our YMCAs, the hallways were apparently deserted. "This is what will stop me - I won't be able to find the studio in this building." When I found a lady in the coat check room and asked for the company class, I knew she would forbid me from taking class since I obviously was a newcomer. When I was waiting outside the studio where she told me to sit until the director came, and the minutes were slipping away before the beginning of class, I knew that the director wouldn't come until the last minute and I would be late to go in because I hadn't had time to change. When one of the company members kindly pointed me to the dressing room, I knew that the director would come while I was changing and I wouldn't get a chance to introduce myself and he would summarily refuse to let me take class...Ok, ok, I'll put you out of your suspense...I did actually take the class. I won't say it was a brilliant success, but the director didn't kick me out on my rear, so I didn't stink. And honestly, just taking the class was such a huge step for me - like I said, it's the closest I've come to joining a company after almost a year of trying.
     Of course, the question of whether I want to join this particular company is another issue entirely - it depends a lot on their repertoire. I really believe that dance companies have a moral responsibility towards their audience with the choreography they show. Also, joining any kind of company would entail major changes in my teaching schedule to enable me to take company class and attend rehearsals. Sooo...we'll see. I'm excited that I've come a lot closer than I've ever been before to joining a company, but at the same time I'm acutely aware that I have a loonng waaaayy to goooooo...
     In other news, I got to attend a play at the Moscow Art Theatre a couple of weekends ago - we went to celebrate Tom's birthday. We saw the play "Vassa Zheleznova" by Gorky. It was very interesting - probably not the play I would have chosen if I'd had a number to choose from, but the effects were quite good and I was pleasantly surprised at how much easier it was for me to follow the dialogue than the time before, when I tried to see "The Inspector General" in St. Petersburg - I was so tired and understood so little that I just left in the middle of the play! Plus, it was neat just to go to the Moscow Art Theatre - it is quite historic, and I actually did a paper on it in college, so it was really cool to go and see a play there. 
 inside the theatre


 closeup of the seagull - from Chekhov's play

Sara, Tom, Laura, and me outside the theatre

    I haven't had much time for other things - I did attend a lovely party at another Mitino teacher's house - we had delicious food and played Russian Monopoly (Park Place is the Arbat!), and we did a Halloween party for the kids this past Sunday at the school - but teaching is keeping me pretty busy. However, I'm planning to go see the Bolshoi and the Moiseyev soon, and to visit some art galleries, and churches...I really need to make a list! November's arrival has made me realize how fast time is slipping away...
But anyway, tomorrow is a bank holiday, so most places will be closed, and I don't have work, so I'm planning, for the first time in a couple of weeks, to just laze around and do absolutely NOTHING....aaaaahhh, what bliss!
    Oh, yes, and Happy belated Halloween! There was a derth of pumpkins in Mitino grocery stores, so we got creative at the school party and carved a melon instead - the insides of which, I must say, are a good bit tastier raw than the insides of a pumpkin. Our theme was Harry Potter, and yours truly was Ron Weasley. I should have a good Ron Weasley-ish quote to end this blog, but at the moment my mind is drawing a blank, no doubt in part because of the fact that I'm currently reading the books in Russian so anything I remember from the first time I read them - in English - is getting jumbled up with the Russian version (where Snape is Severus Snegg; Voldemort is Volan de Mort, and Hermione is Germiona) so I'll just fall back on my usual - I hope everyone is doing well, and I hope you all have a good weekend!