Goodbye, Mr Sun!

Cloudy cloudy cloudy.

Yay for grammar this morning... oh, what a pain it is. Just grammar in general I think, not our teacher. This morning's class was actually pretty good.

Yesterday's movie was not the lighthearted Soviet comedy we were promised. That one hadn't been delivered yet. Instead, we got to watch Little Vera, an emotional rollercoaster of Perestroika life with lots of yelling and drinking and pain and naked people. Everyone came out of the auditorium worn out and depressed. Well, that's how everyone went in, so we all came out MORE so.

Supposedly, the comedy will be on Wednesday.

Sleep... how I miss thee. Last night I even went to bed at ten- TEN!- when I should have been doing homework still, and slept the whole night (alright, weird fairy tale nightmare woke me up briefly), and I was still so INCREDIBLY tired this morning.

That said, I still can't believe that this is our second to last week of classes. Then we take our cruise, and then we go home. Wow.

Hmm. Russia, Russia, Russia. I see a lot more dogs with muzzles on around here, and a woman was walking some sort of pit breed who had obviously had his head rather severely chewed on at some point. Then I passed a guy walking away from the metro station with a fresh cut on his face. (I know of at least one sighting of someone covered in blood, stumbling vaguely in the direction of the hospital, but I haven't had any such myself.)

There seem to be two variants on the street musicians here- small bands with at least one guitarist/singer, and people playing accordions. There was one girl playing the violin, but she seems to have been the exception. One of the accordionists I saw couldn't have been more than thirteen, and her little sister was watching her gravely from the other side of the metro tunnel.

I also see a lot of people walking through the streets with large musical instruments strapped to their backs- guitars and cellos, mostly.

Tonight I'm going to a cathedral, and thursday I'm going to the Russian Museum, and then I think I've signed up for something on Saturday. I forgot my camera today, forgetting that cathedrals are generally places where one likes to take pictures. Oh well.

Comments

Grandma, have you ever met a lab who WASN'T obsessed with toys?

And Nurmi, "I read a book necessarily to call. You (plural) to wait until that of time for the meantime to that to do so, overly?"

Mayyyyybe you could send me that in English.