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Sore eyes in the morning. Because of too much bleach in the outdoor swimming pool behind our buildings? Or is this a consequence of one of my "cultural missions"? If it is the last, I'm not excited at all, because I don't live alone and... Well, Klavka, who swam in the same pool, and Baobeir are still OK. Have your fingers crossed.
Sergei's colleague told him about a family with a good income: they like to "save some money from time to time", so they go to the "emergency food banks" and other places where the free food is served. That colleague was astonished, me too. Before that I only heard the stories about kind ladies working in post-Soviet orphanages who brought their children some toys from their work. After Sergei retold me this story, I didn't hesitate to explain him what I think about this. That was the most refined Russian I could speak. Even if you omit all the sentiments and reflections that it is shame to take something from those who live in misery... Varlam Shalamov, who wrote about GULag (the Soviet concentration camps for the "people's enemies"
much better that world-famous Solzhenitsyn, said that the humankind don't need negative experience. Only a masochist or an absolutely dull person can voluntarely go to some of the places where I work: I mean not to help professionally in those social institutions, but to place themselves on this level of misery and sufferings. Those places can't enhance one's physical or mental health. If earlier I spoke about "home vs. dormitory", this comparison doesn't suite these places. I hope the people there get some support to have more or less smooth transition into a normal life, but when they bring their experiences into a daily life, this is not better than what we have in post-GULag societies.
Sergei's colleague told him about a family with a good income: they like to "save some money from time to time", so they go to the "emergency food banks" and other places where the free food is served. That colleague was astonished, me too. Before that I only heard the stories about kind ladies working in post-Soviet orphanages who brought their children some toys from their work. After Sergei retold me this story, I didn't hesitate to explain him what I think about this. That was the most refined Russian I could speak. Even if you omit all the sentiments and reflections that it is shame to take something from those who live in misery... Varlam Shalamov, who wrote about GULag (the Soviet concentration camps for the "people's enemies"
much better that world-famous Solzhenitsyn, said that the humankind don't need negative experience. Only a masochist or an absolutely dull person can voluntarely go to some of the places where I work: I mean not to help professionally in those social institutions, but to place themselves on this level of misery and sufferings. Those places can't enhance one's physical or mental health. If earlier I spoke about "home vs. dormitory", this comparison doesn't suite these places. I hope the people there get some support to have more or less smooth transition into a normal life, but when they bring their experiences into a daily life, this is not better than what we have in post-GULag societies.
In my problem childhood 
to add a splash to the gene pool, each variety of modern banana is devoid of genetic diversity, thereby making it ripe for desease like no other crop on earth...
I remember her, she decesed in summer 1981, being 96 yers old. She was the only child of a very young daughter of a poor blacksmith and a 45 years old guy just back from the tsar army (the service term was 25 years, and the young men were random chosen for it). Minna worked as a house maid in Russia, then went back to Latvia where she got married to an accountant Ekab, and went with him everywhere, even to "Red" Ukraine in the end of 20es - to build communism my great-grandfather believed in. Minna had a chance to visit her motherland almost 30 years later. Her husband didn't have that chance...