So in short, yes, I went to see Lenin again, and it only took 30 minutes. And I was a model American tourist and tried to use my very best Russian with the guards letting you into the Kremlin Burial Wall area. "No, officer, I do not have a camera. Here, let me open this for you. That is a telephone, but only that. It is not a camera. Thank you so very much." That is exactly how I sound in Russian, but maybe more like "I am not having a camera at this moment. You like me open bag for you? OK This I do. Phone? Yes it phone but only as such, no camera there." Ahhh my lifeeee... in Russian.
So anyways I saw Lenin again, and seeing him alone is very, very different than seeing him with someone. Even though you would be forbidden to talk with that someone, there's just something about having them there that comforts you. Like seeing a movie to someone... even though you don't really talk to someone, there'll still there and you can look at them meaningfully and it makes the whole experience better. Or sometimes you go to a movie that's so ridiculous, you and your boyfriend talk through the whole thing, making sarcastic comments and predicting whether or not the killer will actually kill someone using tinsel (I'm referring to one movie in particular, that being Black Christmas). Also, when you see a movie alone, or, in the same vein, see Lenin's mummy alone, you begin to feel sort of pathetic. Like, I couldn't get someone to go with me to see Lenin's 80 year old waxy body in his creepy, creepy super soviet dark tomb... what's wrong with me? Not that I have anything against doing things alone, I'm all for it and I have seen movies alone without incidence. But just take this advise from me: if you can help it, don't see Lenin alone. That said I might go again next weekend and probably no one will go with me !!!!!!!
So then I bought a honey cake and watched the changing of the guard. Honey cakes are so delicious, I am planning on lining my suitcase with them and trying to start a honey cake revolution in the states. Soooooo good! And so many different flavors to choose from! And so many different shapes! The changing of the guard was, eh, run of the mill. Except they kick their feet REALLY high. Like humorless cheerleaders.
And today began my last week of school. I'm torn between being deliriously happy and kind of sad. I think about Sutik, the video teacher, Galina Mikhailovna asking us questions about the best type of cat, or Levon sadly shaking his head and smiling saying "Mistakes! Mistakes!" and I feel that I will so miss these people. Then I think of Tamara Evgenevna saying "you guys are so boring. Repeat after me: I am lazy, I am a shame upon all students" or the geography teacher and I feel very, very ready to leave. It's like everything else in life, it's so beautiful but then certain people just come along and make you want to rip your hair out. What is the answer?
10 days till I set foot in Florida... :)
this is a honey cake:
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