tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535256300276821212024-03-18T08:03:43.837+02:00Stephanie SaysI'm just sayin'...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-92100350051392506532013-12-07T19:38:00.001+03:002013-12-07T19:42:15.011+03:00The Sound of Music: An Unexpected Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I woke up yesterday morning and was surprised to see that I had 15 new iMessages. Surprising as it may seem, I can normally make it through a night in Russia with considerably less textual activity. When I looked more closely, I realized I had been included on a group conversation that consisted of 2 unidentified numbers. Given my country hopping, the switching of phones, and plain old life, I may have missed transferring a contact or two. But two who ended up in the same chain? Unlikely. I found the following conversation to be highly entertaining:<br>
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- Okay...what do you think?<br>
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- Sorry...but I am really having trouble with it...Carrie's acting is pretty bad and I really miss the kids. scene with My Favorite Things. Why did they give that scene to Mother Superior? Hope I can make it through the production.<br>
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(SR: Who is Carrie? Maybe a daughter?? High school musical, likely.)<br>
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- I'm struggling too! Did not like Carries singing on lonely goatherd at all. The other actors with musical theater experience are doing well, however.<br>
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- Agreed...you can really tell the difference.<br>
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- I am such a purist when it comes to the sound of music...I just can't get past the changes!<br>
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(SR: I really had no idea that the Sound of Music Purist Society was alive and well. Noted.)<br>
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- Me too...interestingly I am reading an interview with the directors and they claim that there are absolutely no changes from the Broadway production.<br>
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(SR: This punctuation is really keeping me on the edge...of...my...seat. Note to self: don't overuse the ellipses.)<br>
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- Audra McDonald did well on Climb Evry Mountain...a glimmer of hope!<br>
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- Yes...climb Every Mt. Was one bright moment. The romance between Captain and Maria is pretty unbelievable.<br>
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(SR: Let's not get too crazy optimistic here....and what...does...unbelievable mean in this context?)<br>
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- yes I don't believe it for as second!! Couldn't finish the show...too much for me. Here's hoping Carrie Underwood will find her head voice someday!<br>
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(SR: Answer to the above. And I have to know at least one of these people. They just threw in that head voice comment as if they knew what they were talking about. Which we at least pretend to in my profession.)<br>
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- Rhonda went to bed a half hour ago and I have been doing dishes...couldn't take it any more. Too bad I was really hoping it would be good. Looking forward to seeing you Saturday evening!<br>
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(SR: Rhonda? I take it back. Do I even know a single Rhonda? Nope. And I'm not sure Saturday evening is on. Just for the record.)<br>
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Being in the field of music making, it took only a quick login to the almighty Facebook to decipher what had been the root of this conversation, a live broadcast of the Sound of Music with Carrie Underwood. And of course there were many opinions to be had on the subject. Mine? Even not having seen it, I consider myself thoroughly entertained.<br>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com229tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-67222199199727858942013-11-28T23:15:00.002+03:002013-11-28T23:39:36.322+03:00Giving Thanks...for Moscow!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's a little after 11 pm, another batch of dough for this week's second round of pies is refrigerating as we speak, and I'm feeling calm, tired, and grateful, crashed on the couch. I joined in on Thanksgiving Round 1 after work (this will be the first of 3...how does that happen in Russia?!) and my stomach would happily decree it a success. My primary endeavor was the pie. Pecan, pumpkin, and chocolate cream. Moscow poses some difficulties to the American baker, but on the whole I was satisfied with the product.<br />
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Being away from home on a very American holiday (no one that I've talked to here really understands what this one's even about) normally makes one a bit nostalgic for home, family, and whatnot. And while I would always love to be spending time with my family, I have to say that most of my feelings of gratitude today were focused on Moscow. Here's a few of those thoughts in no particular order.</div>
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I'm grateful for Moscow evenings. For city lights and for stillness that is all the more poignant after a day spent in a city of 15 million+.</div>
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I'm grateful for Russian. The language and the relationships that speaking has allowed me to develop. It's a challenging but stunningly beautiful language, which you may not believe if you haven't had the chance to listen to it closely.</div>
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I'm grateful for the work which brought me here. And the patience that trying to do my job in Moscow is helping me develop. There are aspects of working here which drive me crazy. Every. Day.<br />
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I'm grateful for who I've become in Moscow. In leaving the known behind, redefining self,<br />
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I'm grateful for the foreign. And for the fight to find the familiar. Hunting through multiple grocery stores to try and find a turkey and finally locating and purchasing two 3.2 kilo babies. Which then half to be hauled back through the metro, a bus, and up a significant number of stairs. There is never a dull moment in daily living.</div>
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I'm grateful for the cold. And the snow! Who would have thought I could pen those sentences?!? I have to say though, snow transforms a city into something magical. And an evening walk in the cold...but still breathable!...air is romantically refreshing.</div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-18755749758786897342013-11-24T01:23:00.000+03:002013-11-24T01:28:14.142+03:00All about Georgia! And not the state...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Life in Moscow has it's ups and downs. But after a fantastic dinner at one of my all time favorite restaurants, Хачапури, I found myself completely in love with this city yet again. Apparently food is the best way to inspire such emotions within me...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Funnily enough, though, the real source of said love is not even Russian. It comes from one of our neighboring countries to the south, which is now near the top of my list of countries to visit: Georgia! While there are many reasons for wanting to visit, I feel no shame in saying that my love for their food is primary among those. If you haven't tried Georgian food and live anywhere near a city that offers it (Brooklyn friends!!!)...go! Eat! Be blissfully happy! Fall in love with food all over again!</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is the dish for which my beloved restaurant is named: khachapuri. Georgian cheese pizza. There are different variations of this classic...one that is shaped like a boat and has an egg in the middle...but this version is my favorite. Why? LOTS of cheese!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In my excitement, I may have dived in a bit too enthusiastically and ruined the beauty of this photo op. But please meet khinkali, another Georgian staple and personal favorite. You can get these large dumplings filled with a number of things...potato and cheese, mushroom, salmon, and meat. I opted for the latter. There are a number of sauces to choose from, but I always opt for the side of sour cream. It's the Russian coming out in me I suppose.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The key to eating these is the handle pictured here...it's designed to be held, so dive in and get a bit messy. (I generally use a spoon in the opposite hand for assistance. And to make for easy sour cream distribution.)</span></div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-88215287901129538002013-11-20T23:56:00.000+03:002013-11-21T00:16:44.644+03:00Relationship Status: It's Complicated<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fear not. This post will not be spent trying to explain the complexities of my dating life. Or hilarities, depending on the date. And my level of optimism...But today's relationship is one I've spent a great deal of time analyzing and evaluating. And I think it's time for some input. So here goes!</span><br />
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Technology. You may have heard of it?</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And the technological disenchantment hasn't really come to an end. Don't get me wrong, I'm still VERY appreciative for the connectedness. I think it's just the excess that seems to create a constant sense of overload. That, I'm not handling very well. Being in Russia taught me a lot about the necessity of relationship investments that provide a healthy return. It felt like the technological equivalent of one of my juice fasts being here...a serious cleanse that revitalizes and reminds you what's really important for your well being. And my technological time when it was limited felt focused and meaningful. Maybe? Here's where you can insert your diagnoses.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I loved most about my first day back? First, the language. It didn't flow as smoothly as it once did, but spending a day in Russian felt so invigorating. Stepping into this country and into another language almost feels as if I'm able to take on a different identity. Or at least unlock a part of me that can only exist on a small scale in the States. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Second? The routine. I love returning to a theater where I know how things work...or how they don't on occasion. I loved popping into the cafeteria for a piroshki and some cucumber salad as I did on many a day last year. I know this city, this metro, and some of the personalities that you're bound to meet in a day. When I was purchasing my metro pass and the cashier decided to give me grief about not having the exact change, I may have even smiled inwardly. While outwardly giving her a little dose of attitude in return. It's just the open communication that exists in these parts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mostly, I loved getting back to work. Not only do I absolutely love my job, but I love the people that I've developed relationships with because of my job. And seeing my Moscow family made me feel right at home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">An added love? Being back to my blog. And getting updated on reading yours! I can't begin to give you all of the updates that come along with a 4-month absence, but I imagine some of them will work there way into this sphere eventually. For now, I'm going to continue the battle with jet lag. By going to sleep.</span></div>
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Once upon a time, I decided to enter a blogging contest for expats based on the theme "Working Abroad." You see, I think I have a pretty fantastic job and decided it was worth sharing a few of the details. Apparently it didn't make the contest cut, however, so instead you get exclusive reading rights here! Enjoy!!!<br />
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Putting my experience at the Bolshoi Theatre into words
seems impossible. I could describe the magic of a holiday evening spent mesmerized
by Tchaikovsky’s <i>Nutcracker</i>,
captivated by the exquisite movements of the Russian ballerinas. Or perhaps reminisce
about the first Russian opera I saw in the exquisitely renovated theatre, <i>The Tsar’s Bride</i>. But while those evenings spent at the
Bolshoi will always be vivid in my memory, they are only the beginning of my
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You see, unlike most Americans who spend an evening at the
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I’m a pianist/vocal coach and while I enjoy every evening
spent in our theatre, the real show (and sometimes the real drama) takes place
behind the scenes. Where exactly? I spent the first month of my employment trying
to figure that out.</div>
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What the public sees of the Bolshoi Theatre is only the
beginning. Two stages, an administrative building, 6 <i>stolovayas</i> (cafeterias), an atrium, more confusingly-placed
elevators than I’ve managed to count, and enough rehearsal spaces and offices
to house an insane number of employees, which include a ballet company, opera
ensemble, chorus, orchestras (yes, plural!), security guards, custodial staff
and the ever-powerful <i>babushkas</i> who
fiercely guard the keys to said rooms—ALL of this is connected with an
intricate maze of tunnels that seems nearly as perplexing as the Russian
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My first week trying to make it to my coachings with singers
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I’m so sorry that I’m late. I’m in the theater…somewhere. I should be there
soon. </i><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">(This was the English version in my head. I cringe to think of what
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I’m sure I’ll be right there. </i></div>
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Twenty minutes later I’ve finally found my way back to the centrally
located atrium where I bashfully wait to be found and led to work. Even though
I’m already “at work.” I quickly learned this conversation was best modified to
“<i>Come find me please!”</i> Much less
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The Bolshoi maze itself may not be enough to compete with
stage antics, put in my opinion there are daily dramas that do. And no, I will
not be talking about acid attacks. Although this <i>is</i> tangentially related….you see, post-acid I was often asked if I
felt afraid as an American working at the Bolshoi. Answer: yes. Was it related
to the acid? No. </div>
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I’m terrified of the key guardians.</div>
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In Soviet times everyone had to have a job. I’m assuming
this is where some of the Russian systems originate, including that of “the
keys.” (I feel like there should be music accompanying their mention). In the
American opera world where I came from, doors to rehearsal spaces were either
left unlocked, opened by stage management pre-rehearsals, or even by myself.
Occasionally even with my <i>very own</i>
key. But I’m not in Kansas
anymore, as a quick glance at the spidery alphabet on signs everywhere affirms,
and here every room has a key that is carefully guarded in one of three
offices. Often by at least three people. You give them your name, your room
number, your signature, some blood, a pledge of your first-born child (maybe I
mistranslated that one) and try to justify your very existence as they glare
suspiciously at your clearly foreign name. But then they hand over the key and
you can finally give a deep sigh of relief. It seems like the terror is over.</div>
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But forget to return it, and it’s really only the beginning.
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I don’t know that I can write this in a way that can truly
communicate the seriousness of the key system, but the first time I found
myself at home—about an hour away—with a theatre key in tow, I felt slightly
sick. The second time was even worse. And the third? As I am still living to
tell this story, you can assume it didn’t take place. Chided by colleagues,
seriously cursed by the key guardians (I can only assume all that
unintelligible Russian was foul language) and even slightly shunned by one
singer for my stupidity, I came to understand the importance of a Russian
system that I never mastered. After Round 2, my rehearsal space was shamefully
(but much to my relief) always opened by custodial staff. </div>
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I could go on about the culture of the Bolshoi cafeterias,
the tradition of greeting <i>everyone</i>
you pass in the hallway, the ballerinas running around in sweat pants and
slippers…not the ballet kind, but the massive, foot-warming kind…and opera
singers testing out high notes in the elevators, heard from floors below. Horses
waiting backstage for an entrance, neon-colored frog heads bobbing through the
hallway, and the never-ending construction that seems to take place in the
tunnels…it’s all part of the scenery for the stage of daily life at the
Bolshoi. It might not be as glamorous as the first time I set foot in the
theatre, and it definitely doesn’t feel as surreal as my first moment
performing on stage, but it’s this daily life, with its details and dramas that
will truly make this job unforgettable. It’s life backstage. At the Bolshoi. </div>
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Oh, Moscow. I've been feeling like I'm back in Texas with the sporadic downpours...except that it's not really just sporadic. I'm pretty sure it's been raining for the <i>entire</i> week. While this makes adventuring in the form of sightseeing around Moscow a bit difficult, it has made for some new adventures: how to best make it to the metro in ballet flats. I think I secretly hoped if I didn't give in to my rain boots that nature would declare me victor. I lost. But in sacrificing my ballet slippers, I was able to offer a colleague a piggy back to save her from the lake near our home. She was shocked. Coming from a family of 10+ I didn't find anything out of the ordinary about it. I was gifted an apple approximately the size of my head in reward for my heroic attempts (which really only resulted in a passing van stopping to drive us across the lake...I was spared more than about 10 seconds of piggy back).<br />
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Yesterday while the rain took a brief pause, I made it to the Bulgakov museum to learn a bit more about the author of <i>Master and Margarita</i>. I love books and had to document these shelves which I would love to transport to my home. I didn't think I could fit it into my bag however.<br />
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The museum had some interesting tidbits and if you're a die-hard Bulgakov fan, then absolutely go! Entrance to the apartment was free, although we were kicked out early due to a scheduled tour. It's alright--it gave us just enough time to make a pass by Patriarch Ponds before the rain started falling again. Was I once again in ballet flats? Absolutely.<br />
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While there's not much sunshine predicted in the immediate forecast, I'll be doing my best to fit in a few more museums before starting June's European Extravaganza! Thursday it's off to London where I'll be joined by my parents and sister on Sunday. Then it's stops in Paris, Florence, Rome, and Switzerland, with a return to Russia---sister in tow! I have a suspicion that I might need a post-vacation vacation, but I'm excited for the food and fun ahead!</div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com124tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-77040475840590339042013-05-19T23:41:00.001+03:002013-05-19T23:41:39.045+03:00Moscow Metro for the Win!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In just about any Moscow guide book, you'll find recommendations for a tour of the metro. As strange as this may seem, it's actually warranted. Many of the stations are stunningly designed and each tends to have its own theme. I've gotten spoiled in that I've never waited for a train for more than 2 minutes and I've never been on one that has broken down. (Although after watching the Russian film <a href="http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%9C%D0%B5%D1%82%D1%80%D0%BE_(%D1%84%D0%B8%D0%BB%D1%8C%D0%BC)" target="_blank">Метро</a>, I did become slightly traumatized).<br />
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Despite all of its positive attributes, however, I will occasionally hate on our underground system. Why? 1) I spend<i> far</i> too much time in there! Though with the arrival of summer I have been attempting to walk a step or two before descending into the depths. 2) The people. ALL of the people! <i>SO</i> many people! If you do decide to take a metro tour, avoid the hours of 7-10 am and 5-7 pm like the plague. Please. I don't want do have to deal with any more bodies packed into the swarming mob of flesh that is our peak hour. If you do come at those times? Consider bringing a face mask. We get some interesting smells goin' on down in there.<br />
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Luckily, today is Sunday. Herds are limited, scents reduced and it's slightly cooler in the underground so my commuting experience was swarming with nothing but positivity. Especially when I caught a glimpse of a rather unique commuter. Not an uncommon occurrence in general, but since this one was staring me down, it drew my special attention.<br />
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As if a giant stuffed elephant weren't enough to make your day, I had another unusual encounter with a casual commuter. As I was transferring lines in the perekhod, I glanced up and made accidental eye contact with a not-unattractive young man who was headed in the opposite direction. I was completely caught off guard when he smiled and tipped his head a bit to the side, as if we might know each other. But being the solid Moscow-girl that I am, my only reaction was to immediately avert my gaze (I've learned the Russian ways) and move along. My newfound metro friend changed his course and was shortly at my side. Russian men are <i>NOT</i> timid people! I steeled myself for some sleaze and continued walking, but was completely caught off guard when he said, "I just have to tell you that you are elegant." I actually <i>looked</i> at him at that point, disregarding standard metro conduct. (Maybe I just generally attract a different sort of guy, but their comments tend to be nowhere <i>near</i> charming.) He smiled, continued on to describe the light and glow that I carried, and wished me a good day as we reached the escalator and I continued on my way. Moscow man for the win! I thanked him for being so complimentary and, had he not looked to be nearly 10 years younger than myself, might have engaged him in actual conversation.<br />
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So...the point? Why am I telling you about some random pick-up lines in the metro? It's not because of their content (though it was much better than being asked if my lips are real), but because of their delivery. There was an actual genuineness and sincerity in them that truly caught me off guard. I might expect elephants in the metro, but frank and endearing behavior? Not so much. This city never ceases to surprise me. And today it scored some serious points for humanity. A Sunday in the Moscow metro for the win!!!<br />
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-4789089583192082782013-05-19T00:46:00.002+03:002013-05-19T00:46:43.792+03:00Tulips and Tchaikovsky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My new life routine involves a daily splurge for sunshine, seizing every possible opportunity to enjoy the outdoors and restock my system with some natural Vitamin D! Yesterday I had a Fulbright friend visiting Moscow, so I popped into the metro to meet up with her at one of my favorite Moscow locations: <a href="http://stephanierhodes.blogspot.ru/2012/09/fall-reflections-at-novodevichy.html" target="_blank">Novodevichy Monastery</a>. The last time I visited, the leaves were brilliantly colored for our one glorious week of autumn and it was stunning. But yesterday's picture was equally beautiful (though my lack of a camera made it significantly less documented).<br />
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In case you can't tell, I'm pretty ecstatic about a season that is not winter and doesn't require me layering myself in all the clothing I own for 20 minutes before leaving the house!<br />
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A bit later in the evening, I made another Moscow pilgrimage to the Tchaikovsky Concert Hall. If you're ever feeling like an evening out, this is a great place to go! You can purchase tickets here for concerts at the Tchaikovsky Concert Hall as well as any events held at the Conservatory. It's another beautiful Musical Moscow location and it's been my second music home in Moscow. Last night my Russian sister and partner-in-crime joined me for a concert with American soprano, Sarah Coburn.<br />
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As a trained musician, I think one of the greatest blessings in my life is the ability to sit back and enjoy an evening of music. The analytical side of a musical brain that's developed over years of training can't be turned off completely, but for me I find it rarely interferes with the simple joy of listening. Often I find it's strangely difficult for musicians to get past the performer...we're so critical of ourselves as we strive to hone our artistic skills that it's easy to become equally critical of others and, in doing so, miss the music. And, while I'm obviously not immune to critical listening, I don't feel the musical equivalent of being a doctor "on call," with my brain actively providing a diagnosis of everything that could be "fixed." I have friends that would like to be able to do the same, but are wired in such a way that going to a concert often seems more of a task than a pleasure. And I return to my first statement of gratitude.<br />
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It was especially enjoyable having my Russian sister at my side. I love introducing friends to classical music, with an emphasis on the opera of course. Hearing what they enjoyed and their reactions to the repertoire is frequently fascinating, as it offers a new perspective on my everyday "work." Nastya fell for the Mozart, which only made me love her more! We followed up the concert with a milkshake (on my end) and celery juice (on hers) at the neon-styled Starlite Diner. An American ending to a perfect day in Moscow!<br />
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-48257927923349221442013-05-16T23:57:00.000+03:002013-05-16T23:57:06.312+03:00Smoothies, Sunshine, and Stalin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When it's sunny out and you find yourself with a long lunch break, the Moscow exploration opportunities are endless. But when I found myself in said situation today, I knew exactly where I wanted to go. So I grabbed a smoothie (and maybe a delicious raspberry tart to go with it!) and headed to the Park Kultury metro.</div>
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When the Soviet Union collapsed, many of the statues of Soviet leaders and symbols were torn down and dumped in this park. Someone put them upright (for the most part) and many others have been added so that there's quite an expansive collection. So what about this park screams Moscow?</div>
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It's <i>HISTORIC</i>...</div>
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...<i>ECLECTIC</i>...</div>
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...displays <i>RUSSIAN WOMEN in HEELS</i>...</div>
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...offers <i>BREATHTAKING VIEWS</i> (especially if you look the right direction)... </div>
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...occasionally<i> FEARSOME</i>...</div>
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...somehow <i>MOVES at its OWN PACE</i> (scrunchies, anyone?!)...</div>
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Finally, it's filled with <i>PLEASANT SURPRISES</i> where you<i> LEAST EXPECT</i> them!</div>
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Lilacs are my favorite flower. Expect for the days when I like roses better. But somehow I had missed seeing any in Moscow...until today! We had a lilac tree in my childhood home that I would play under, making "perfume" out of its flowers and day-dreaming away. Today I found them at the <i>AND </i>was greeting by a babushka holding one single bouquet of lilacs coming out of my metro. It was clearly fate and I bought them without thinking twice!</div>
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If you jump on a travel site, this park might not make it near the top of the list. But if you've covered the main sights and are looking for some true Moscow character, this is not to be missed. Especially if there's an available swing and some sunshine to be had!</div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-71006706922784556292013-05-14T23:27:00.001+03:002013-05-15T10:13:58.705+03:00Skipping Seasons: We're all about the Weather<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Remember that time I survived an eternal Russian winter and vowed I would never complain about warm weather? </div>
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I'm rethinking that statement.</div>
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You see, somehow Moscow seemed to almost instantaneously transform from this...</div>
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...to this...</div>
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Now, I am not complaining about warmth and greenery. But I was somewhat baffled as to the skipping of Spring. No delicate blossoms, no chilly but softly warm weather. Granted, there was the period of the Great Flood in which heavy rain turned snow into lakes. Maybe that was Spring? All I know is that this week we're sitting at an average temperature of 28 C/ 80 F. What I love? Warmth! Sunshine! Greenery! Evening walks! Sitting in the hammock!</div>
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These pics were taken on a said evening walk exploring my neighborhood yesterday. General Karbyshev, pictured below, has long caught my interest but I had yet to deduce who he was until I ventured closer yesterday. A Soviet War leader and hero, he actually passed through several Nazi concentration camps and eventually made it to Mathausen where he died under torture. </div>
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And this is my backyard, transformed. Remember how I live in the woods?</div>
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So...what I hate?! The lack of AIR CONDITIONING! Look, I realize that most of Europe believes AC is harmful to the health. And I'm not saying I want to be an AC Extremist like most of the businesses in Houston, TX. BUT, tonight I played a concert and halfway through all I could think about was the sweat that was beginning to roll down my forehead. While I'm rocking a formal and all makeup-ed out! That level of sweat should not be allowed on such an occasion.</div>
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My boss gave me the feedback that the performance seemed a bit low energy. He may have been right, given the fact that I was anxiously trying to wipe the sweat from my hands between numbers so as to remain a functional pianist. In the moment I didn't feel particularly low energy BUT I was seriously wishing I was old school and had brought a handkerchief with me...</div>
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And with this post, I think I may officially be considered Russian. Here, weather is our first and foremost topic of conversation (come on, it's Russia!) and it often concludes a fair amount of complaining. Which I have clearly done. Thank you for your patience...I'll reward you with some positivity and some upbeat restaurant reviews in the future. </div>
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Hoping your temperatures are lovely and perhaps accompanied with some mild AC. Sending summer love from Moscow!<br />
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-7797343214425120542013-05-13T00:20:00.000+03:002013-05-13T00:21:19.322+03:00Join the Moscow Circus<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What comes to mind when you hear the word "circus"? For me, my only immediate reaction is <i>Dumbo</i>. Specifically the scene where his mother cradles him through a cage. So. SAD. Next up would probably be <i>Water for Elephants. </i>Though more accurately in my mind it would be "that awful depressing circus movie with the elephant that breaks loose and isn't actually about a circus at all." I had to look up the title. (Note: I can't handle movies where people get hit. Or elephants. It's my undoing.)<br />
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It was clearly time to make some new word associations, so Friday night I headed to the <a href="http://www.circusnikulin.ru/" target="_blank">Nikulin Circus </a>on Tsvetnoy Bulvar. My first week in Moscow I actually stayed in a hostel that's in this neighborhood and couldn't believe my eyes when I saw a cheetah being walked down the street on a leash. Unaware of our proximity to the circus I first thought, "What city have I moved to?!" This was followed by, "Only in Moscow." That was only the first of many occurrences that fall under that second label. A list may be forthcoming.</div>
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Photography wasn't allowed, so unfortunately there's not much to show for this event. But here are some of the new word associations.</div>
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1. <b>Vegas</b>. I don't know why, but somewhere in my mind I had envisioned that the circus art had not evolved since the 1920's. I fully expected old school, traditional circus-ing. Although I frankly have no idea what that would entail. So the flashing lights and live, very contemporary band/sound tracks caught me a bit off guard. I got up to date quickly enough though.</div>
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2. <b>Children</b>. There were SO many! This is definitely a family friendly activity if you're looking for an evening out with the little ones. In my life, I interact with approximately 7 children for 1 hour on Sundays as I serve as our church children's music director. Otherwise, the closest I come to kids is via Skype with my nieces and nephews. What I loved: the laughter and energy they brought to the experience. There is nothing like a child's laugh of pure joy. Didn't so much love: the child next to me who had gas attacks throughout the first half of the show. I've mostly adjusted to the scents of Moscow, but this one I was totally unprepared for.<br />
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3. <b>Animal Photo Shoots. </b>These unsuspecting children were nicely arranged for a photo and sitting calmly until the blonde lady on the left brought out the birds to place on their shoulders and legs. I had to watch the scene unfold...I knew it held great potential. The littlest one seated on the right was smiling away until a bird was placed directly on his lap. He was looking the other way and didn't even see it coming, so his start and the immediate tears that ensued were priceless. Immediate removal of the bird brought the tears to a stop. Maybe I especially enjoyed this scene having grown up in a large family and experienced the chaos that a family portrait can bring. Add animals to the mix?! You're asking for a new circus of sorts. (I was apparently the weird creepy lady taking pictures of other people's kids at the circus. The sheer number of them really just caught me by surprise!)<br />
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4. <b>Elephants</b>. Most of this circus is made up of human acts, with the occasional animal addition (apparently even Moscow has gotten up to speed on the appropriateness of this). There were some highly entertaining birds, a really random horse/dog show, and an elephant act to top things off. The elephants were brilliant and it was a long-ish act so it stuck with me. But I couldn't help but think, "Are they happy??" I actually don't even like animals so I caught even myself off guard with this one. But I couldn't help but think about my trip to Kenya and the sheer beauty of seeing elephants in their natural habitat. While these highly-trained elephants were impressive, they were missing the majesty that left me so awestruck on the Serengeti. </div>
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I'm not a circus girl, I think I can safely say. But did I have an enjoyable evening? Yes. Overall it was a highly entertaining show, with lots of laughter and some impressive acts. The strength and flexibility of the people involved helped me jump back on the yoga train. Though I have no intention of EVER trapeze-ing it through the air. Let that be clear. I'd say this is a must-visit with children and a fun optional variant if you're looking for a relatively inexpensive way to pass a light-hearted evening.</div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-80860159794231433752013-05-12T01:37:00.001+03:002013-05-12T01:37:48.085+03:00День Победы: May 9th<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On Victory Day here in Russia I ran into a group of French tourists on the metro. I was thrilled to momentarily return to my first language love, and helped them locate the next metro stop they wanted to see...people actually tour the metro here. And with good reason! But we'll file that topic away for another day. My friends expressed their surprise at the extent of the Victory Day celebration they were witnessing, despite having their own<span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></span></span>fête de la victoire on May 8th. They were not alone. <br /><br />
Victory here is a BIG deal! It starts off with a serious display of machinery at the Victory Parade. You can take a quick peek (or watch the entire thing!) to get a feel. In case my <a href="http://stephanierhodes.blogspot.ru/2013/05/lets-walk-tverskaya-ulitsa.html">earlier posting</a> on tanks left you wanting more, this is it!<span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0aK1np7t-AA?rel=0" width="560"></iframe></span><br />
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First up, a stop at <a href="http://www.mosgorsad.ru/" target="_blank">Сад Эрмитаж</a>. It's a lovely little park where you find another one of Moscow's opera theaters, <a href="http://www.novayaopera.ru/en" target="_blank">Novaya Opera</a>. But there was no opera on tap for this girl today, location aside. This park tried to create some 1940's flair in modern Moscow with an old car display, a concert of war songs and dance, some youth dressed in military WWII costume, and plenty of Russian military men on hand. </div>
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My favorite moment while here was this sweet couple that started to dance to the older tunes. To think of all this veteran witnessed and all the changes this couple has seen over the decades is unfathomable. But to see them caught up in sweet remembrance was beautiful.<br />
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Almost as beautiful as Nastya's picture as a little boy turned out. I'm only sorry I didn't work harder to squeeze my head through the child-sized hole provided.<br />
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Next up, was a quick photoshoot in the courtyard of the <a href="http://www.mmoma.ru/en/" target="_blank">Moscow Museum of Modern Art</a>...a courtyard shared with the <a href="http://stephanierhodes.blogspot.ru/2013/03/fast-forward-february.html" target="_blank">Moscow cafe</a> that offers my absolute favorite tea: ginger, mint and lemon.</div>
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Even on a day off escaping this beautiful Bolshoi tends to be an impossibility. Especially on Victory Day, given that one of the city's long-standing traditions takes place here. Directly in front of the theater, veterans gather to greet crowds. In yet another beautiful Russian <a href="http://stephanierhodes.blogspot.ru/2010/11/blog-post.html" target="_blank">flower tradition</a>, veterans and others who lived through the war are presented with flowers from anyone and everyone. Of all the day's events, seeing this tradition was one of the most touching. I don't know who these people are on every other day, but seeing them recognized in such a way at least one day of the year is truly beautiful.<br />
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Poetry performances were given by people of all ages. (Note: I LOVE that Russians memorize poetry!!! I have yet to meet a Russian who can't recite at least one!) We witnessed an 8-year-old's admirable performance. Russian is all the more impressive when I hear children speak it.<br />
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Last stop in the city is by far the most popular on the 9th...<a href="http://www.poklonnaya-gora.ru/" target="_blank">Поклонная Гора</a> (Poklonnaya Hill) and Парк Победы (Victory Park). The crowds were out here in full force, reveling in the holiday sunshine. Unfortunately they had completely depleted the ice cream and water resources at ALL the vendors' stations we passed!</div>
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We passed on the evening salute, and instead ended the day with a sister slumber party and watched the Soviet wartime film, Отец Солдата. The story is that of an older Georgian father who's journey begins when he sets off to visit his injured son in a hospital. He eventually finds himself at the battlefront and, when he does finally find his son, the scene which unfolds is unforgettable. Rather than give away the entire plot, I'd encourage you to find this film and turn on some subtitles. While the version below likely won't do much for you, this movie for me was truly unforgettable. </div>
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Sunshine, my sister, some interesting insight into Russia's experience and remembrance of WWII, and lots of victory made for a pretty fantastic holiday! </div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-24939789576281610572013-05-09T23:59:00.000+03:002013-05-09T23:59:00.062+03:00Suzdal: Where time stands still<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've seen my fair share of museums, but it's rare that you walk down the streets of a city and feel as if you're in one. Suzdal, one of the Golden Ring cities, is a unique experience in that regard. There seems to be a beautiful <a href="http://www.suzdaltravel.com/monastery.php?mgroup=8" target="_blank">church on every corner</a>, the painted houses seem to have remained unchanged for generations, and the small gardens dotting the hillsides create a picture unlike anything I've seen.</div>
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My favorite view in town was directly behind the Spasso-Ephimovsky monastery, overlooking the Pokrovsky Convent.</div>
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It was such a peaceful retreat and the weather in Suzdal was sunny and warm enough that I even removed one of my two coats! A miracle in the city of steeples!!! Fantastically fresh food, good company and the express train from Vladimir back to Moscow (1 hr. 45 min.) made it all the better!</div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-39676485524169305942013-05-09T00:28:00.001+03:002013-05-09T00:28:54.569+03:00Жди меня...Wait for Me (Simonov)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Tomorrow, May 9th, is Victory Day in Russia, commemorating the Red Army's victory over Nazi Germany. It's like Memorial Day in the States times 50. The majority of the country will have Thursday and Friday off work and the list of events is unreal. Not to be left behind, we at the Bolshoi are doing our fair share to contribute and our Young Artist Programme will be doing a concert of popular songs from the war. <br />
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We had a private performance of this concert today with several army officials present and it was my first time hearing the project. (Not surprisingly I was not picked to oversee the concert of Russian war tunes). It was stunning and yet another insight to the beautiful Russian culture. <br />
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As I listened to the war songs and watched the video display, I was touched. But tears came to my eyes when I saw the reactions around me. You see, while war songs often may seem like patriotic propaganda, the truly beautiful ones are far more. They don't express patriotism, but rather humanity. The emotions felt in times of suffering, sacrifice, and great loss are universal. The horror of war and the reality of its effects on individuals can be understood by all, regardless of nationality. <br />
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One of the program numbers, this beautiful tune and its text have been haunting me since hearing...LISTEN!!! You won't regret it. The poem, "Wait for me", is by poet Konstantin Simonov, and unfortunately I wasn't able to find an English translation that I liked...as it turns out it's seriously difficult to do a good rhyming translation! So, here I offer my own, rhyme-less version. Somehow less seems lost and, while it's far from professional or smooth, I hope you can see through the flaws to the beauty of these words.<br />
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<div style="float:left; width: 50%">Жди меня, и я вернусь.<br />
Только очень жди,<br />
Жди, когда наводят грусть<br />
Желтые дожди,<br />
Жди, когда снега метут,<br />
Жди, когда жара,<br />
Жди, когда других не ждут,<br />
Позабыв вчера.<br />
Жди, когда из дальних мест<br />
Писем не придет,<br />
Жди, когда уж надоест<br />
Всем, кто вместе ждет.<br />
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Жди меня, и я вернусь,<br />
Не желай добра<br />
Всем, кто знает наизусть,<br />
Что забыть пора.<br />
Пусть поверят сын и мать<br />
В то, что нет меня,<br />
Пусть друзья устанут ждать,<br />
Сядут у огня,<br />
Выпьют горькое вино<br />
На помин души...<br />
Жди. И с ними заодно<br />
Выпить не спеши.<br />
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Жди меня, и я вернусь,<br />
Всем смертям назло.<br />
Кто не ждал меня, тот пусть<br />
Скажет: - Повезло.<br />
Не понять, не ждавшим им,<br />
Как среди огня<br />
Ожиданием своим<br />
Ты спасла меня.<br />
Как я выжил, будем знать<br />
Только мы с тобой,-<br />
Просто ты умела ждать,<br />
Как никто другой.<br />
</div><div style="float:right; width: 50%">Wait for me and I'll return.<br />
Only, really wait.<br />
Wait when yellow rains<br />
Bring sadness,<br />
Wait when snow flies,<br />
Wait through the heat,<br />
Wait when others don't wait,<br />
Forgetting yesterday.<br />
Wait when from far-off places<br />
Letters don't come.<br />
Wait when all who are waiting together grow weary.<br />
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Wait for me, and I'll return.<br />
Don't wish well to those who know by heart,<br />
That it's time to forget.<br />
Let mother and son believe<br />
That I am gone.<br />
Let friends grow tired of waiting,<br />
sit by the fire,<br />
And drink bitter wine<br />
in the soul's remembrance.<br />
Wait. And together with them<br />
Don't hurry to drink.<br />
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Wait for me and I'll return,<br />
In spite of all the deaths.<br />
He who didn't wait for me, then let say:<br />
"He had some luck."<br />
They won't understand, having not waited for them,<br />
How from amidst the fire<br />
With your waiting<br />
You saved me.<br />
How I survived, we will know,<br />
Only you and I -<br />
You simply were able to wait<br />
Like no other.<br />
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Happy Victory Day Celebrations to those in Russia. And to all of us...happy remembering. Here's to humanity!<br />
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While my intent this month is to focus on Moscow and all its marvels, I have to say that it's a big city. And sometimes the best part about living in a big city? The ability to leave it! Moscow is the heart of Russia---maybe not from a "warm fuzzy feelings" standpoint, but definitely when it comes to transportation. So, Monday morning I took in a Moscow sunrise at 5:45 am and headed to the train station. First stop, Vladimir!<br />
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Despite having slept only 45 minutes the night before and awoken plenty early for departure preparation, we unfortunately missed our early-morning high-speed train. Which resulted in us taking an elektrichka...the local and extremely slow train. But even elektrichkas have a plus. They're seriously inexpensive <i>AND</i> they're adventurous. Check out the killer time this lady across from me was having!<br />
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I wish in photographing our sleeping babushka I had managed to capture the man to her right, as he came to play a critical part in our journey. The first couple hours were spent covering all kinds of random topics in English (everyone needs a language vacation now and again!) until eventually our neighbor asked us what language we were speaking in. This struck up Russian conversation and for the next hour and a bit we were given detailed instructions on sightseeing in Vladimir and Suzdal, with history, literature and philosophy lessons scattered in the mix! Another babushka joined us along the route and chimed in as well. Train travel in Russia isn't beautiful, but moments like these make it worth the while. Engaging with some of the older Russian crowd in conversations about their land and lives was fascinating and I felt like I had found two new friends by the end of the ride.<br />
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Vladimir is a good-sized city, but all the sites we wanted to visit were concentrated in the Old Town area. We arrived around 11 and spent about 4 hours in town before heading off to our next destination, but honestly? We felt like that was sufficient! Granted we had to forego museums, concerts, and other types of events that Vladimir might have to offer, but when it comes to the sights everything is compact and easily reached on foot from the train station. Here's my list of "don't miss":<br />
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Built in 1158, it's a UNESCO World Heritage Site ("White Monuments of Vladimir and Suzdal") and simply stunning. Vladimir was the center of 13th and 14th century Medieval Russia and this cathedral survived several tragedies, including the burning of the cathedral with a prince and his family locked inside, but also the crowning of all Russian princes during that time period. Unfortunately the church itself was closed on our visit, so we had to content ourselves with the exterior. Not difficult to do!<br />
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Behind the cathedral you find one of my personal Vladimir favorites...a fantastic view of both the valley, Assumption Cathedral and the neighboring monastery.<br />
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You can't see it well from these pictures, but the stone walls are carved with all kinds of images. If you get a chance, it's worth seeing close up.<br />
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So, if you only have a day but want to get away, Vladimir is a great option. Especially if you make your high-speed train which cuts travel from just over 3 hours to 1 hour 45 minutes. Luckily, we had two days so our adventure continued. More to come!</div>
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Happy Easter, Orthodox-style! Moscow is filled with beautiful churches and today their bells were ringing off the hook. Breathtaking! I received a colored-egg as an Easter gift today and, in order to truly live up the holiday, made an egg-salad sandwich. Sometimes we get a little crazy in these parts...<br />
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Despite the month-long delay of Easter, our city has yet to hit resurrection phase. The greenery is there, but I'm sensing the buds are still another couple weeks away. With another chilly, rainy afternoon on hand, selecting a museum for today's Moscow adventure made perfect sense. And, despite having now lived in Moscow for 8 months, I had yet to explore what is considered our #1 art museum: the <a href="http://www.tretyakovgallery.ru/en/" target="_blank">Tretyakov Gallery</a>. It was time, my friends!</div>
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The Tretyakov houses a stunning collection of Russian art and shouldn't be missed if you're visiting Moscow. I am not <i>nearly</i> educated enough in the art history sphere, so I generally like to pick up an audio-guide to learn as I go. (Someday I <i>will</i> take an art history class!) My museum tolerance level, however, tends to top out at 2 hours so I've had to develop my personal viewing style. Here it is:</div>
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When entering a room, do a quick scan of all the artwork. For me there are typically around three pieces that immediately grab my attention, whether it be by size, composition, or subject matter. I'll glance at the rest of the art (especially if my audio-guide recommends doing so), but the majority of my time in the room is spent focused on the works that drew my initial attention, trying to deduce what specifically captivated my interest. </div>
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The wonderful thing about this system? It will never be the same. I know that the next time I visit the Tretyakov, I'll be in a different place and its likely different art will speak to me. Or maybe the same pieces will jump out, but for different reasons. It's one of the beauties of art in general...it has a universal ability to communicate in a constantly fresh way.</div>
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For me, today it was all about light and faces. These are only a few of the paintings which made an impression, and in this vast collection there is much more discovery to be done! But, to steal an art-museum game from a <a href="http://incarrcerated.blogspot.ru/" target="_blank">friend</a>, I picked one which I would like to take home. Today's choice? Neff's <i>Dreaming</i>, the first of the paintings included. Something about the girl's expression, combined with the light and colors, made me feel like I had left Moscow behind and entered a world of wonder. In dreaming their is hope, there is future, and there is direction. Her life is not determined by location or situation, but only the limits of her mind and fantasy. Reality is fleeting and rightfully so. She drew me into her dream and if the Tretyakov Gallery needed a temporary/permanent relocation for her portrait, I think it would contribute nicely to my cabin walls.</div>
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My one other visit to the Tretyakov was a few months ago, but we were a bit preoccupied with another art form.</div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-21937118363514600722013-05-05T00:25:00.000+03:002013-05-05T00:25:00.160+03:00Let's Walk: Tverskaya Ulitsa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sometimes all it takes to remember that you're in an amazing city is to look up. In Moscow a large part of my life is spent underground and, while our metro is lovelier than most, its views can't compare to those above street level. Yesterday I decided to take a stroll to the next metro stop with a friend before descending into the underworld. Our street of choice for the evening: Tverskaya Ulitsa.<div>
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It was a lucky choice as things were a bit more active than usual. No, our streets are not always lined with tanks. But on the 9th, Russia commemorates the Nazi capitulation to the Soviet Union and a huge parade is held as part of the celebration. This was a sneak peek at the dress rehearsal!</div>
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Tverskaya Ulitsa is Moscow's Main Street and a great place to walk...a favorite Russian past time. The street is an ancient thoroughfare leading up to the Kremlin and is dotted with other sights along the way. You can find an introductory guide to the landmarks<a href="http://www.moscow.info/streets/tverskaya-ulitsa.aspx" target="_blank"> here</a>. The imposing equestrian monument above is the founder of Moscow, Yuri Dolgorukiy. He stares down the mayor's office...sometimes I forget that there are political positions in Russia besides president. We have a mayor.<br />
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When the streets aren't lined with tanks (and lovely Armenian ladies!), they're still lined with lots of fun, frequently over-priced, but still-interesting-to-explore stores. While I have no purchasing power in Moscow, I've come to enjoy sight-seeing shopping at its finest!</div>
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While we've entered what seems to be monsoon season in Moscow, I'm convinced that someday the weather will make walking a more permanent hobby. With lots of city to explore...here's hoping!</div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-22683632733918980232013-05-04T00:00:00.001+03:002013-05-04T00:00:45.952+03:00Big City Escape: Yasnaya Polyana<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>"In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you." ~L. Tolstoy</i></div>
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Big cities have their thrill, but with the glitz comes the grime and an ever-brisk pace of life can leave you somewhat winded. When the thought of another morning in a swarming metro is enough to push you past the limits of big-city sanity (the definition itself differs in such places), it's time. Time to get out.<br />
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After throwing a mini-temper tantrum at work on Monday, I knew my time had arrived. Luckily, I had felt the onset of insanity and had already planned a day getaway. May 1st is the start of the May holidays in Russia which means about 6 work days off for most Russians, as many as 10 for others, and approximately 0 for anyone who works in a theater. I disregarded the fact that I work in a theater, however, and Wednesday morning set off to visit my Russian bestie in Tula, about 2 and a half hours south of Moscow.<br />
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I can't offer much information about Tula itself. It's slower paced. The air is fresh. Menu prices are shockingly low (EVERY menu price will likely seem low post-Moscow existence). And crossing the street doesn't feel like potential suicide. Suburbs for the win! If you do make it to this city, you can't leave without trying the renowned Тульские Пряники (Tulsky Pryaniki). They're famed for this dessert! It comes in all shapes and sizes with a variety of fillings. But while people may try to replicate them elsewhere, everyone swears that there's a special secret in the recipe used in Tula. They're just tastier. Having only sampled those from Tula, I am not yet in a position to give a fair assessment of the matter.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">But for me, Tula's main attractions centered around my friend and her family. The aunt who wants to talk about everything and everything, refuses to let you pass the evening without tea served in a proper tea setting and will not hear of you passing up on the cake. Her daughter, the cousin, is attempting to fight off her similarities with her mother, but not with much success. She's every bit as gregarious, and will not be turned down when she offers you some of her shashlik. Even though you've JUST eaten. We're shown family pictures from the 50's, carted around in the second seat of the family car...sharing it with 5 people...given souvenir magnets, and given a tour of Papa's newly purchased apartment. With a 13-year-old and a toddler in the equation, there's never a dull moment. Noise, laughter, and the sounds of family are ever constant. I loved it.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">But where was that bit about the city escape? The calm and quite? Don't worry, it's part of the day as well. One of the main reasons to escape to Tula is to visit this place:</span></div>
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Yasnaya Polyana. The place where the famous Lev Tolstoy was born, wrote his two greatest novels (War and Peace, Anna Karenina), and is buried. While it will be officially decked out for Spring in approximately 2 weeks, the greenery is starting to show and it's easy to see how anyone could happily pass their days here...especially with the occasional visit to the city! </div>
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Tolstoy has been a big part of my Russian experience as I've read both Anna Karenina and War and Peace for the first time since moving to Moscow. I knew that I couldn't leave this time around without seeing his home. I could have spent hours in the museums and his home...mostly just looking through his book collection! We were told there are approximately 22,000 volumes in his library and browsing through their titles and languages is completely fascinating. Tolstoy himself studied 15 languages and was fluent in several...something to me which is awe-inspiring as I continue to work on my Russian.<br />
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After our tour through the fabulous grounds and museums, we wandered the grounds. And wandering through the woods, with my feet in grass and dirt, brought me back to peace and sanity. Sometimes a day off and a change of scenery is all it takes to come back to your city with an open heart!<br />
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<i><b>Getting there:</b> trains from the Kursky Train Station (<b>Metro:</b> Kurskaya)</i><br />
<i><b>Cost</b>: approximately 350 rubles in a seated wagon</i><br />
<i><b>Yasnaya Polyana</b> <a href="http://ypmuseum.ru/en/" target="_blank">website</a></i><br />
<i><b>Tour</b> (available in English): 250 rubles</i><br />
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May 1st. It's hard to believe that 8 months have come and gone since I arrived in Moscow. While time seemed to freeze (along with everything else) during our eternal winter, it too has melted away with the snow. In exactly one month I'll be flying to London and saying a temporary goodbye to this city and, while our relationship is complicated, I know there will be much that I will miss while I'm away. And it's those things I want to share with you for the next month: Moscow in May. 31 days of sights, sounds, and stories. Tips, tricks, restaurant recommendations, itineraries, day trips...if there's anything you'd specifically like to hear about, let me know! <br />
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Where do we start? Musical Moscow. Did you expect anything different given my profession?! While the vast amount of my time here is spent at the Bolshoi, on Saturday I took some time to venture into other areas of Moscow's musical history and, as a result, today's highlight is musician museums. (We will return to the theatre however...stay tuned for Backstage at the Bolshoi day!)<br />
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First up, <a href="http://www.glinka.museum/" target="_blank">Glinka Museum of Musical Culture</a>. This museum houses a large collection of historical musical instruments. All the Russian folk instruments are covered, but the collection covers an international range as well. I really enjoyed some of the manuscripts of old Russian folk songs, and took down some titles to see if I could listen to them online. Another highlight was the small display dedicated to violinist David Oistrakh. Russia has produced some seriously-skilled players and being able to glimpse into their lives never ceases to intrigue me. Best of all? There was a children's birthday party being held while I wandered through the instrument collection and they were entranced watching the cartoon version of Prokofiev's "Peter and the Wolf." Hearing their laughter or enraptured silence was enough to make me stop and watch with them for awhile. Go music education!<br />
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The museum has a series of concerts and lectures available as well at a very reasonable price...highly recommend stopping by!<br />
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The best part of paying the admission for the Glinka museum is that it also admits you to several affiliate museums. I made my next stop at the <a href="http://www.shalyapin-museum.org/" target="_blank">Chaliapin house museum</a>, dedicated to the legendary bass who's being widely celebrated this year, the centennial of his death. This was my favorite stop of the day. I loving visiting house museums in general...it's such an interesting dynamic when you're learning about a person while surrounded by their living history. This house has a great collection commemorating Schaliapin and to top that? The babushkas who sit in each room to be sure you keep your wandering hands to yourself know EVERYTHING! Obviously this is especially beneficial if you speak Russian, but not a picture or artifact came without an interesting anecdote. <br />
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Last up for the day, the <a href="http://goeasteurope.about.com/od/moscowtravel/p/tchaikovskymuseummoscow.htm" target="_blank">Tchaikovsky and Moscow Museum</a>. While Tchaikovsky spent some of his Moscow years in this apartment, it was not actually his and came furnished, so it's missing some of the personality and authenticity that you experience across the street at Schaliapin's. It's worth stopping by if you've already purchased the Glinka ticket, but it wouldn't top my Moscow itinerary. The primary emphasis is Tchaikovsky's relationships at the Moscow Conservatory...friends, teachers, and so on.<br />
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While musicians are obviously likely to be intrigued by this museums more than your average tourist, an understanding or introduction to Moscow's musical history is bound to underhance your understanding of this city, its people, and its history. If a concert's not your first choice, I'd make some of these museums your second!</div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-36345768225610520552013-04-26T22:48:00.003+03:002013-04-26T22:48:59.542+03:004-Day Juice Fast<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the <a href="http://stephanierhodes.blogspot.ru/2013/04/spring-cleaning-day-1.html" target="_blank">spirit of Spring</a> (or at least the yearning for it) I dedicated this week to fresh starts. And added a juice fast to the equation to aid in the quest to refocus. Here's a mini-diary of my inner dialogue during the process.<br />
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<b>Day 1</b>: <i>I LOVE this! Prepared juices for the entire day and went easily about my routine. I feel better just having this much produce in my house! And there's something to be said for spending time in the kitchen...I feel so put together!!! Thrilled for a fresh start!</i><br />
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<b>Day 2</b>: <i>This really is far easier than I remember (</i>JuiceFast.NYC.2011 was the first<i>). I could probably do this for a month and be fine with it. Juice is tasty.</i> <i>I'm really not as attached to food as I thought. Going strong. </i><br />
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<b>Day 3</b>: <i>Little thrown by the morning juice prep...clearly no slacking allowed in the morning or it means not eating all day. So long extra half-hour of sleep. Luckily this is going so well. </i><br />
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<i>First hunger pangs! Forgot to juice between coachings and concert...this would be so much easier if I could just attach myself to a juice IV.</i><br />
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<b>Day 4</b>: <i>SO. TIRED. 6 hours of Russian class, 6 metro rides AND work can't possibly be done on only juice! If I can just make it to my train without passing out this juice fast will be a success...I might never need to drink juice again.</i><br />
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<i>Such a drama queen. Survived the rough stretch of the day. Which was...well, most of the day from 9-5. Note to self: work on continued attitude adjustment.</i><br />
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And then...it was over. And despite my dramatics on Day 4, the process was actually relatively painless. There was actually a moment mid-fast when the thought crossed my mind, "<i>Shouldn't I really be suffering a lot more?</i>" And now we get to the life lessons portion.<br />
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Making a <b>change doesn't always have to painful</b>. When we focus on the thing we want to change, or effectively eliminate from our behavior, it seems like removing all those weeks, months, or years of routine can only end in misery. BUT really all that's needed is a new habit. Look at it from the perspective of creation and formation and it's far more rewarding.<br />
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While I'm most definitely not trying to build the habit of only drinking juice for the rest of my life, <b>spending more time in the kitchen</b> for me is a must. I hardly ever do it. And even making only juice this week quadrupled the amount of time I spend "cooking" during the week. Why this is important? It's me time. Me caring about my health. Me not feeling victimized by my choices at our cafeteria. And me not being so rushed that I convince myself I don't have time for the little things. Like actually making a meal.<br />
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<b>Eliminating the ability to eat your emotions enables you to evaluate them more effectively</b>. For the first month I was in Russia, I considered the woman at the local bakery my closest friend. I saw her nearly every day and she was always prepared to recommend the newest sweet. Without chocolate to run to, you're forced to actually acknowledge and deal with the feelings that you so desperately want to eat.<br />
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<b>I love food</b>. I love the taste and texture. I love the social element it adds to life. I love the experience of trying new things. I love the insight food brings to a culture. Basically...I'm grateful to be eating again. With improved judgment and perspective in doing so!<br />
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For those interested, my all-time favorite juice recipe!<br />
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<b>Spinach (3 large handfuls)</b><br />
<b>Kale (Around 6 stalks)</b><br />
<b>1 cucumber</b><br />
<b>2 green apples</b><br />
<b>1 lemon</b><br />
<b>small handful of parsley </b><br />
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I end up doing some estimates, but keep the spinach and kale ratio about 1:1. Unfortunately I have yet to happen across kale in my current country...if you're in the same boat, just stick with spinach. Still tasty! Add celery or pineapple to the mix if you want to switch it up!<br />
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I also experimented with beets a lot this time around, as we have them in abundance here in Russia. I loved <a href="http://www.thisrawsomeveganlife.com/2012/10/juice-fast-day-1.html#.UXrYyr_f90I" target="_blank">this blog</a> and tried several of the recipes included, with slight variations. My only complaint would (strangely) be that the green juice recipes posted all came out too sweet for my taste! But it's a great site for inspiration on all fronts of healthy eating!<br />
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Here's to juice, spring, renewal, and a Saturday off! </div>
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-78751167288763275142013-04-24T23:06:00.001+03:002013-04-24T23:15:49.746+03:00Life Lessons in Moscow: The Do's and Don'ts of PDA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If you think of Russia as a frozen wasteland, covered in ice and snow and inhabited by an equally chilling population sporting every type of fur imaginable...you're partially right. On the surface, things can be a bit cold here. But catch a glimpse of the Russian soul and you'll be convinced of the fiery heat that lies within.<br />
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Take it from Tolstoy (Lev):<br />
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Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love.<br />
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Such passion is not a thing of the past. (Though it's quite possibly less eloquent). Step into the Moscow metro...or any public arena for that matter...and you'll find that the fire is alive and well. EasyJet recently began non-stop service from London Gatwick to Moscow and asked me to a "Snapshot of Moscow" video. Said video can be found <a href="https://socialcam.com/u/Tfc4eVUU">here</a>. (Side note: I don't know why, but this process was exceptionally embarrassing for me. VBlogging? Never going to happen!) But here's a different angle from the outtakes:<br />
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My reaction while filming did not nearly do justice to the laughter that continued afterward, as nearly every shot I attempted inevitably included some Moscow makeout. Welcome to my city...capital of the most serious PDA I have witnessed in my life! In the metro, you'll witness it within moments. Likely on the escalator on the way down, while you're waiting, and in the actual train. But we're not limited to public transportation in this city. Anywhere is fair game. If you're feeling it, you go for it.<br />
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I would not call myself a proponent of PDA. Especially not when it borders on pornographic. But I <i>will</i> say, the Russian "emotional readiness" has its advantages. Part of the profound amount of PDA stems from the ability to more openly express love. (NOT equivocating PDA and love...just noting the relationship.) I come from a culture where saying "I love you" often seems as serious as reading a death sentence. (Or maybe this is just me??) Those "three words" mean commitment, responsibility, future, and maybe even weakness...you're vulnerable if you say it first, right? While I don't believe that love should be treated lightly, and true love <i>does</i> mean work and commitment, there's a refreshing emotional freedom in acknowledging only it's pure emotional form and being able to easily express it. Just because you feel it. <br />
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Here in Russia, my girlfriends use an abundance of endearments: my sunshine, my happiness, my little bird, my dear, my beloved...the list goes on. In America? I can only come up with girl, girlfriend, and lady at the moment. I'm not advocating adopting "my little bird" in English. Somehow it doesn't have quite the same ring. BUT, I have found myself, after talking with one of my close friends, wrapping up by saying "I love you." Because it's the truth.<br />
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So, those are the perks that come along with PDA. But it most certainly comes with some downsides as well. To address those, I have compiled a list of what I consider the "Dos and Don'ts of PDA," based on my personal viewing experiences in Moscow. These are not what I would consider city-specific, however. Feel free to observe them regardless of location.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">1. Do keep it short and sweet. If you have to ask how long that is? Too long.<br /><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">2. Don't display your tongue techniques. If we can see tongue, the technique you should really </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">3. Do hold hands. Do not hold other body parts.<br /><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">4. Do not moan or produce similar noises. Especially if it's that loud enough that we can still hear </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">it in the metro. Also, moaning likely means you've broken Rule #1. Yet again.<br /><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">5. Do limit kissing to the facial area. Or at least above the neckline. <br /><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">6. Don't unbutton, unzip, or unfasten. No explanation needed.<br /><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">7. Do keep aware of your surroundings. While we're impressed with your balance and multi-tasking, we do fear your safety when the metro brakes and you fall. <br /><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">8. Don't straddle your partner while there is more than enough bench space available immediately next to them. Straddling will imminently lead to the breakage of all the rules on this list.<br /><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">9. Do dance with inner joy as you rejoice in your love. Do not dance for each other. In public.<br /><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">10. Do tell her she's beautiful. Do say you love him. Do not say what adventures that combination will be taking you on for the evening. </span><br />
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The list could go on, but ten seems like a lovely number for now. Contributions, however, are more than welcome! <br />
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Embrace a culture. Embrace emotion. Embrace each other. But when you're embracing the moment, think about embracing this list. <br />
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Love you, my little birds! <br />
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-13966754148769610742013-04-23T00:18:00.000+03:002013-04-23T00:18:12.001+03:00Spring Cleaning: Day 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Last night after two fantastic "therapy" sessions with girlfriends (thank goodness for Skype and my girls!!!), I came to the conclusion that it's time to make some changes. And luckily, Spring seems like the perfect time to do so.<br />
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Wait...Spring?! "Does that happen in Moscow," you ask? ANSWER: Yes. Well...sort of. Our weather here has been a bit of a tease. Last week was sunshiney, glorious and warm enough that I vowed to not wear my winter coat (and daily companion of 6 months) again until NEXT WINTER! As the snow was vanishing, causing the streets to fill with small oceans, this seemed perfectly doable. But this week, we experienced a more realistic version of Spring and I was longing for that winter coat. However, I stoically layered up with my Fall/Spring jacket and have held fast to said vow. Albeit a bit chilly still, I'll take it. It's warmer than it was and the snow in our wood will quite possibly be gone by mid-May, something that seems barely short of miraculous. <br />
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As Mother Russia is coming out of hibernation, I decided I should as well. Aforementioned personal realization? Here it comes:<br />
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Sometimes I put the person I want to be on hold, waiting for the "perfect" set of circumstances which will allow me to embrace and become that better self. "When I actually have a stable, full-time job", "when I have a house or apartment of my own", "when I get married", "when I have more time". Somehow there's a subconscious conviction that when said events occur, I'll magically metamorphoses into the fabulous version of myself which can only be had in those conditions. <br />
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"When" I have a place of my own, I'll obviously invest the time to transform house into home. This clearly means that my organizational skills will be flawless, I'll very likely discover all my <i>very</i>-deeply-hidden crafting talents as I unleash my design goddess, and I'll obviously find the time to sit peacefully on my porch swing while watching the sunset and enjoying a light summer breeze...even in December.<br />
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"When" I find my knight in shining armor and decide to hop off my porch swing so we can ride into the sunset together, I'll of course be perfectly put together. I would never even think about falling asleep with my makeup on and wearing it to school/work the next day. (Yup.) I'll possess the utmost patience and be a superb communicator. I'll be an expert in all things domestic. I most definitely will cook meals at home more than twice a month. In fact, I'll likely be running a whole-food, fantastic cooking blog, spreading my domestic and ever-so-tasty bliss throughout the world. I would never even think about running crazily out of the house without making my bed. Crazy isn't part of this picture.<br />
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"When" I have a full-time, stable job, that means I'll be financially prepared for retirement by 50. That by not moving every few months I can be a flawless neighbor and friend...someone people can really count on. I won't miss important family events. I'll make it to all my close friends' weddings. I'll be more calm because I won't spend at least 5 months of the year worrying about where I'll be working the next.<br />
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Waiting for "when" clearly leads to some flawed thinking. Like the thought that I could <i>ever</i> be crafty. (I just joined Pinterest this weekend and the whole concept seems like some horrific refining school nightmare! Teach me, oh wise ones!!) But seriously...the day I actually do have a house? Or a relationship? Am I going to be magically transformed into any of the above? No would be the correct answer. And while my aim actually isn't to fit into the idealistic mold I've outlined (I actually love my quirky, passionate, hard-working, often out-of-balance self), there are attributes behind these scenes that I <i>do</i> want to work to develop. Now. We aren't limited by our circumstances, but by ourselves. <br />
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So...Spring cleaning. Refocusing, rediscovering, re-prioritizing, and even recovering. I'm starting with some time in the kitchen. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk1_NE3UzFc/UXWj4HPBztI/AAAAAAAAFRE/IzJ1kWLUt2s/s1600/IMG_0396.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk1_NE3UzFc/UXWj4HPBztI/AAAAAAAAFRE/IzJ1kWLUt2s/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" /></a><br />
In my life, this much produce can only mean one thing: JUICE! The cleanse began this evening and I'm planning on 4 days. I consider it a jump-start for my hibernating system and an opportunity to reevaluate my eating. But more importantly? It's an outward expression of an inward endeavor. Clearing the clutter, recognizing and retaining the good, and then...adding to it. Seizing the moments in current situations and boldly becoming, rather than waiting for the "when..."!<br />
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Cheers!<br />
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Perhaps my mysterious disappearance from the blogging sphere had you thinking the same? Let me assuage your curiosity: No. Well...with maybe just a <i>little</i> hint of yes.<br />
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What's really been going on? I've been working like a CRAZY person! And I just happen to love my job to the point that when I reach slightly obsessive levels of involvement, it apparently produces the same euphoria that a brush with romance might (hence my singer's questioning). Why so obsessive?<br />
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A little over 3 weeks ago, I took a trip to Berlin. This was a first for me and it will not be a last! Fantastic city. <br />
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Don't be fooled by the blue skies. It was FRIGID...and this comes from a girl living in Moscow! I managed about 2 hours of sight-seeing and by the end had mascara smeared all over my face, due to eyes tearing up from the cold. Luckily, the weather wasn't hugely important on this trip. My primary views? <br />
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This was an audition trip, or what non-musicians might call a job interview. While I flew in on a Thursday, the audition wasn't until Saturday so I spent a fair amount of time peacefully practicing, with the occasional break for a Wagner opera. Or three! Tristan und Isolde, Lohengrin, and Tannhäuser. I was in German heaven. Especially since this is where I happened across the German love of my life. Stay tuned for that story...<br />
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Post-audition, it was back to Moscow and her familiar, heart-warming sights.<br />
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Unfortunately my return was accompanied by tragedy. <br />
WARNING: VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED for the following image:<br />
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Moral of the story: don't hurriedly fish through a bag in darkness that contains a razor. It <i>will</i> attack you! (Note: forgot that I had put said razor in makeup bag specifically for "safety" purposes. Now just need to remember when I make such safe decisions...) This, as a pianist, was pretty dramatic. And it meant a week of working/playing the piano without the pointer finger of my right hand. <i>Not</i> an easy task. ESPECIALLY, whilst trying to learn a little opera called <i>Pelléas et Mélisande</i>. It's French and fantastic, but not without its headaches. Add with my partially-amputated finger (yes...drama queen) and it made for a couple of stressful but every-so-engaging and fulfilling weeks!<br />
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As shows have a tendency to do, this one went on. I was thoroughly pleased and actually quite giddy afterward. Not only was it a lovely performance with a stunning group of musicians, but the next day was my first day off in a month! (I still get slightly excited when I see my name in a program...in Russian. See if you can find it!)<br />
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The past month was truly one for the books: Germany. Audition. Fairytale romance at the opera. Debussy. Crazy amounts of practice. Even crazier amounts of Khachapuri. Traditional post-flight, week-long sickness. Job offers. Traumatic injury. Rediscovery of self. Lots of life decisions. MUSIC! And ever so much enjoyment and joy along the way. Almost enough to be confused for falling in love.<br />
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Xoxo,<br />
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SRStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02334241445566264284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853525630027682121.post-290456932417000542013-03-11T23:56:00.001+03:002013-03-11T23:56:28.585+03:00Weekend WondersIt's Monday and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslenitsa">MASLENITSA</a> (Butter Week) is officially underway here in Moscow! We're abounding in <a href="http://stephanierhodes.blogspot.ru/2013/03/march-8th-girl-time.html">holidays</a> in this part of the world. I've been especially looking forward to this one, since watching the classic "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsAp11EFTGE">Barber in Siberia</a>." Dancing bears drinking vodka, bliny (Russian pancakes) everywhere, and pleas for forgiveness following riotous behavior. Sign. Me. UP! <br />
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Most of the planned festivities will be this weekend, so while I'm faithfully looking forward to Friday, I figured I'd do a little reflection on the past weekend as well.<br />
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Many of you may have already seen this brilliant video. I am not as social media savvy as I ought to be, so I get a bit behind the times. Luckily I have friends who contribute to my education and on Saturday my life was changed. Now yours can be to. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><div style="background-color: black; width: 520px;"><div style="padding: 4px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="288" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/embed/mgid:cms:video:thedailyshow.com:423938" width="512"></iframe><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 4px; padding: 4px; text-align: left;"><b><a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/tue-february-19-2013/how-i-meteored-your-motherland">The Daily Show with Jon Stewart</a></b><br />
Get More: <a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/">Daily Show Full Episodes</a>,<a href="http://www.indecisionforever.com/">Political Humor & Satire Blog</a>,<a href="http://www.facebook.com/thedailyshow">The Daily Show on Facebook</a></div></div></div><br />
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The best part about this video??? It's TRUTH! The following picture was a scene I witnessed while wending my way home on Sunday night. My marshrutka sagas constitute half of my blogging material at this point, but for those of you who don't know, this vehicle is a communal taxi. This specific vehicle happens to be missing a door. Not a big deal. We'll just pop it back on, right?! <br />
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The best part? Despite having a completely unattached door, passengers kept climbing in without giving it a second glance. I mean, what's the big deal? It's just a door, right? I opted to watch the scene for about 10 minutes and then took the bus instead.<br />
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The one thing about my weekend that would have gotten to any Russian? Exhibit A: <br />
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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Peanut Butter-Oatmeal-Chocolate Chip Cookie (super-sized), topped with ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. For me? Basically pure bliss. (Although post several cookies, this did contribute to the first dessert OD I've experienced in awhile. Worth it!) While this mound of sweetness may have produced a slight sugar coma on me, I'm pretty certain it would have sent any Russian into complete shock. "Sweet" carries a slightly different definition in this country of potatoes, cabbage, and beets and I am quite confident that this pure goodness would produce the fazing powers that even a meteor couldn't. Take note, should you ever find yourself in need of some shock factor!<br />
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All in all, it was a wonderful weekend! With the perfect blend of holiday, work, and relaxation. I hope yours was equally so!!!<br />
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