initiated at the spring ...
morning the birds delight me with their song I open my eyes: the sun shining through the curtain I jump Yes it is finally... finally arrived ... SPRING Impatiently I stumble across the room to the window I pull the curtain on ..... and?.!. SNOWING IT Aha And the nasty critters to me sing something by Spring before. They've got NEN damage. In Germany, the weather in so nem either dead or flown. The Russian Birds know nothing since.
Granted, it's warm in the street. Of course, not warm in the southern sense. But I can easily draw n light shirt under the jacket without Friern. Despite the snow. You can feel the spring in the air. If you close your eyes, the snow remains unnoticed if it falls on a non-grad on it or it slipped degree in it is. )) But for me it is a bit crazy as a Western European snow and spring So Together to agree in my head.
In short, I expect the spring, despite the threat of hay fever, which affects me every year, with impatience. Finally draw again walk through the city, the parks. Simply depend on the lake. Go walk. Have
present inserted a pause longer write. But there were also non really what to say. In any case, nothing really for the reader and crew (or anything particular to the outside world ...). People I hold dear were leaving Moscow. 've Met new people, old acquaintances deepened (clearly not ambiguous * gg *). I noticed that active after half a year, the Moscow nightlife enjoy this issue some time (as probably all times) loses its appeal. Yes or perhaps simply some people are missing it, that I've done here. Maybe I need to get out even the first time in my nostalgia (maybe I'm just old ... oh yeah, a complex, from which I must come out at last ma ...). With each new, the feeding, I'm glad when it is not German. German (generally, all foreigners, except there are other Slavs) meet in Russia is still too early very nice. Sometime's it then. People are always the same tiresome questions. And everything is sooo exciting. Most are a little younger and really do ma haun the town red (or are older, but never really grown up ... or they are people with a social intelligence of a dead man). And most are for the first time in the eastern plains on the road. Then they come along with their Western arrogance. In such moments, I remove myself prefer discreet. Upset is bad for your health. ))
I enjoy the tranquility. Read more. That pleases me almost the most. We can only force taking the time to. Furthermore, there is hardly anyone with whom I speak German. This is also extremely encouraging.
Otherwise I'm just trying to illegally enter a phonetics course. Illegal, I (includes anthropology here at this) here as a student of the History Department at the Philological Faculty probably have only the right to attend those events that are offered extra for non-philologists. And I'm also a philologist in the minor. But not itchy. Especially as the philologists access even in our courses are. I will not attempt here to force a logical connection. Crazy shit, I tell you. After I unfriendly below the belt by Irina Alexandrovna (just in case ma anyone who reads this, to them true: note names) refused (to my question about the phonetics course have been) (in a tone that is second to none ...). According to the motto: "You do not have the right! They are part of our faculty to not, "I replied (extremly friendly and quiet), that at us is the course but failed and yet I could talk to the teacher, if too many would be there, I'd going away, of course, possible more. About half of the sentence I was interrupted with the words: "? Have I not responded to her question" That this person said, with a aggressive mischievous smile on his face, for I have found that day in my mind a lot of very suitable terms that would have fallen in the Russian media censored. In German, moreover, also, if they ever were such words in German. * Gg * Anyway. After brief questions could I found a few philologists who visit exactly those philology course and initiate me into the mystery of the place and time. Basically, it is indeed so, that here in Russia can always talk to the people. Just all depends on the mood of the person from sitting on more leverage. Matter of luck, a family affair (Vitamin B) ... or just a question of how thick your wallet is ... Oh yeah ... I only properly: we see more and twice in the life ...* * BIATCH =)
Despite such potholes, the one here are the often plays in the way (you have to learn this into something positive convert), I feel good here, have little desire to leave this place. Yes, I feel at home. I've noticed because I no longer each time before branching out as reverently pray before the great main building at Moscow State University and disbelief-high fixed admiringly. This fact would surely do nothing around me such as to be covered if I one of these routine course of my faculty (right there at the monument Lomonsov) not to happy with themselves and the world to himself hinlächelnden and reverently to the building with Stalin's signature seen looking up students eh tte. I should have thanked him for it because I could not help smiling too. I stopped and looked at me once more, to the building in which a day I go out and, yes, in which I live. It has become so common. And somehow it has for me visually in size lost. Even sad. We forget to wonder. May be created for non? Maybe this is a bit like being in love with it takes a short time and pivoted around into something for the body bearable. The habit as a protective mechanism. Too bad. But we deal with things that we do not usually so good. No place for emotions, for a pause. And in the end there is not much left of our all in all useless activity. Hm
Na? Today?
