About Saint Petersburg

I finally finished working on my third talk show. Everything was planned to happen a month ago. But man assumes, and God disposes.

The guest of my show was Marina, a tour guide in St. Petersburg, Russia.

Young, beautiful, smart, purposeful. And brave, because only brave people agree to talk to me. Marina found the time for me. And it must have been difficult-between work, school, household chores and taking care of a 4 y.o. daughter. I thank her.

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American chronicles, August

pre-hurricane chronicles

Sunday (8/15).

We were returning from grocery shopping. I noticed that the sticker on the windshield had the number 7. I showed it to Daniel.

-This is your inspection sticker, you missed it! – he responded


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Ten things that make me happy

In these difficult times, we have to adapt to new realities. Someone does not go out for weeks, someone walks every day, someone still goes to work, someone helps friends and neighbors, and someone does not believe that this is all serious. We do everything as we see fit. I really appreciate the work of the first responders and wish them all the best. But I am a little bit overwhelmed with these coronavirus’ news. 

Today I took a break from making masks for frontline people.

Here we go, 

10 things that make me happy. 
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“Страшные” истории про Америку. Смородина.

В нашу первую весну вместе мы с Дэном занялись посадкой сада-огорода. Мы купили яблоню и кусты черники. Ежевика была уже посажена к моему приезду. Я ждала с нетерпением, когда же поспеют ягоды на этих кустах. Никогда в жизни не ела ежевики, да и черника, растущая на кусте, была в диковинку. 

Но время летит незаметно. Через пару лет я привыкла к наличию этих ягод на огороде и начала скучать по смородине. Казалось бы, чего проще – купи куст и посади у себя на участке. Но в местных теплицах смородины не было в наличии. Я скажу больше, очень мало американцев знают, что это такое. 

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Freedom and forced freedom

In the light of recent events, more and more people are facing restrictions on their freedom (freedom of movement mostly).

Presently I’m  experiencing the  freedom from work (staying at home). It started yesterday, and nobody knows how long it will last. But I have a freedom of choices: I can communicate with my husband (before he leaves for work), exercise, read, clean my house, knit, cook, go for a walk with a dog or alone, just don’t go to public places and meet with friends in person.

Can we call it freedom though? There is no correct answer, everyone decides for him(her)self.

“I am not going to worry about things I can’t control”,  I hear that from my husband every now and then. It always calms me down. Right now I only need to accept the situation and enjoy this forced freedom from work.

But what do you think about freedom in general? What is freedom  for you? Are you free?

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Заблудившаяся в Бостоне

Гуляла вчера по Бостону и думала, это Дэн во всем виноват. Он разбудил во мне лягушку – путешественницу. И теперь периодически меня куда-то несет.  Моя мама в таких случаях говорила: “Домовой тебя не любит”.

Я очень люблю Бостон. Езжу туда чаще всего спонтанно и поэтому в одиночестве. Здорово, когда нет конкретного повода, когда просто садишься в автобус, едешь, гуляешь в толпе людей и притворяешься туристом, а потом возвращаешься домой. 

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Lost in Boston

I was walking around Boston yesterday and I thought it was all Dan’s “fault”. He awakened the frog-traveler in me. And now I periodically need to go somewhere.  My mother used to say, ” the Domovoy (literally “Household Lord”) doesn’t like you.”

I love Boston. I go there most often spontaneously and therefore alone. It’s great when there is no specific reason, when you just get on the bus, arrive somewhere, walk in a crowd of people and pretend to be a tourist, and then return home.

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Sunday of an international family

We started our day by grocery shopping. It had been awhile since we’ve done that together. Our work schedules don’t coincide too often lately.

For breakfast we had Russian blini. Daniel, as usual, had them in American style with Maple syrup. I ate  them with jam, not sore cream though today. LOL

Later on today Daniel baked muffins (I’m pleased with the fact that a husband is a baker in our family), I did the dishes, washed clothes, and worked on my scarf. My mom wouldn’t be happy with me because of this. When I was a kid, there were some bans on Sunday’s activities. She considered knitting, sewing, doing laundry on Sunday a sin. 

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My Autumn in photos

I was born on a beautiful May morning. But my favorite time of year is charming Autumn.

It started when I was a child. Unlike other children I waited for September 1 and the beginning of the academic year. 

 Over the years, my love to Autumn only intensified. I consider it the most beautiful and comfortable time of the year.

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