Today I defined the word androgynous, explained how birth control works, and described the Native American Indian reservations. In Russian. I win.
To be a little more specific than that, I went and visited Lena in Pushkin, the town formerly known as Tsarskoe Selo. Pushkin is a suburb of Petersburg, about a half-hour to the south, on the electrichki, the electric trains. Lena told me to get off at the first stop, which would be called "21 kilometers." Too bad that this was not actually the first stop, as I got off at the third being very confused. Then she told me to get back on the train and go another twenty minutes. I'm glad that she puts up with me being such a tard because I got lost after I got there too.
She told me to go to the left, and look for a building with a green roof like a castle. I didn't see it, but figured that maybe if I kept going to the left, I'd run into it eventually. However, eventually turned into a shoe store and a bus station, so I had to walk back a while the way I came. I found it eventually, but found out that "go to the left" and "go up the street on the left-hand side" are the same thing.
At Tsarskoe Selo are two palaces (the Catherine Palace, and the Alexander Palace) and two parks (the Catherine Park, and the Alexander Park). Imagine that. The Catherine Palace is the blue one with the Amber Room and the Agate Room that all the tourists, like myself, want to go and see. But when we got there, the Catherine Palace was closed for repairs. So instead, we walked around the park and talked about our families, and fashion, and more serious subjects like the Indian Reservations in America. This is the Catherine Palace, Lena, and the lake in the park.
We also went through Pushkin's dacha. Which was surprisingly large, considering that most dachas today don't look like they have more than two rooms, maybe three at the most, but I guess in comparison to the palaces, and Pushkin being the national poet, maybe his dacha wasn't so big after all. It was cool to look at his books and papers. I'd forgotten that he mostly wrote in French (which was stupid of me, because everybody and their mother wrote in French then), but most of his books were in French too.
We headed back to Lena's apartment for lunch and I met her mom and her grandfather. We hung out for awhile and talked about music and showing pictures of friends, and I saw some stuff her boyfriend had done. He seems like a super good guy, and it makes me really sad that Lena may be leaving in October. If she can get a ticket.
To be a little more specific than that, I went and visited Lena in Pushkin, the town formerly known as Tsarskoe Selo. Pushkin is a suburb of Petersburg, about a half-hour to the south, on the electrichki, the electric trains. Lena told me to get off at the first stop, which would be called "21 kilometers." Too bad that this was not actually the first stop, as I got off at the third being very confused. Then she told me to get back on the train and go another twenty minutes. I'm glad that she puts up with me being such a tard because I got lost after I got there too.
She told me to go to the left, and look for a building with a green roof like a castle. I didn't see it, but figured that maybe if I kept going to the left, I'd run into it eventually. However, eventually turned into a shoe store and a bus station, so I had to walk back a while the way I came. I found it eventually, but found out that "go to the left" and "go up the street on the left-hand side" are the same thing.
At Tsarskoe Selo are two palaces (the Catherine Palace, and the Alexander Palace) and two parks (the Catherine Park, and the Alexander Park). Imagine that. The Catherine Palace is the blue one with the Amber Room and the Agate Room that all the tourists, like myself, want to go and see. But when we got there, the Catherine Palace was closed for repairs. So instead, we walked around the park and talked about our families, and fashion, and more serious subjects like the Indian Reservations in America. This is the Catherine Palace, Lena, and the lake in the park.
We also went through Pushkin's dacha. Which was surprisingly large, considering that most dachas today don't look like they have more than two rooms, maybe three at the most, but I guess in comparison to the palaces, and Pushkin being the national poet, maybe his dacha wasn't so big after all. It was cool to look at his books and papers. I'd forgotten that he mostly wrote in French (which was stupid of me, because everybody and their mother wrote in French then), but most of his books were in French too.
We headed back to Lena's apartment for lunch and I met her mom and her grandfather. We hung out for awhile and talked about music and showing pictures of friends, and I saw some stuff her boyfriend had done. He seems like a super good guy, and it makes me really sad that Lena may be leaving in October. If she can get a ticket.
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