My mother passed away a few months ago. She was very ill in the '90s, almost died twice and then came back, so to speak, so I used to cherish every moment with her like a gift. I even wondered sometimes whether I became so interested in all things Russian precisely because I somehow wanted to imagine a chunk of her youth. She had learned Russian in
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Happy New Year to all my Russian friends! I wish you peace, joy, lots of love, smart ideas, good friends, more money, more free time, many pleasant surprises and many sunny days ahead!
I happened to see "Brat" 1 - 2 and "Syostry" a few days ago and felt almost ridiculously proud to recognize almost all the songs on the soundtrack, even the CDs bought and played by Danila (RIP Sergey Bodrov). I vaguely remember that I had previously seen "Brat 2" on TV, maybe 10 years ago, having no idea who Butusov and Nastya were and what's with
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I wish to thank this guy for having removed pretty quickly some of the most gruesome pictures I've ever seen. One of them showed a broken arm and hand, far from the nearest crushed body. It could be anyone's - a Russian, a foreigner, one of the terrorists, a man, a woman. Someone twitted yesterday that now the blood of terrorists has desecrated the
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I hope you're all well and healthy. May God protect you and your families and your city and your country and help you cope with this tragedy. May the victims rest in peace and no more harm be done to anyone.
I wish I were a giant, to take your city in my arms and hug it and wipe all the tears and take away all the sorrow inside it. My dears!
Maybe the most unexpected and memorable thing that happened to me last year was a short trip to Moscow, as part of a work assignment (a few interviews for a feature about expat managers in Moscow - yes, the crisis was not talked about at that time). Two full working days, with very little time for walking and the city seen mostly through the car
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If I were to name a single good personal reason to love America, this would be Sparks. I mean, the two brothers from California, Ron and Russell Mael. It's hard to write about such strange musicians, who started in the '70s as glam-rockers, evolved as pioneers of new wave and synth-pop, experimented with disco and electronic dance and define
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Thanks to forum.rrock.ru, I listened to the new (and forgettable) album of Vyacheslav Butusov. Some forumists said that Butusov turned pop, because the album doesn't even remind the listener of any old albums of Nautilus, while others praised the album because of its technical excellence. Elsewhere, commenting the last album of Krematorii, another
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