Thank you, Larisa! Very interesting. My student years were in the 90s in Omsk, faculty of foreign languages. I lived at home but a lot of my schoolmates lived at the dorm. I remember those appalling conditions, and I am sure they were no better than in Leningrad in the 60s.
Oh, it's very interesting. Have you read about my trying to build communism in Siberia? Later in my memoir, I write about my friend from your city. Of course, between us, there are several generations, but it must be interesting for you to read about such a long time ago.
My Building of Communism in Siberia is a chapter of my Wrong Country. After graduating from school, I went to Siberia. Regarding Galia from Omsk, I am writing in the chapter about the university. It will be much later.
I lived in a student dorm, while studying Polish in Warsaw in the late 1980's, and then at the Pushkin Institute in Moscow in 1990, a rite of passage for most students of Russian from all over the world. I recognize many things from your great post, Larisa, and I have some fond memories. It was – as you say – the sense of independence and of doing something I loved.
Oh, Portia, you have a real experience of Russia! I hope the foreign students were living in better conditions than ours. I remember a lot of loneliness of my first year of studying, but a feeling of happiness being in Peterburg.
Thank you, Kostia; I appreciate the opinions of my compatriots very highly. (I loved your comment about the babushka and the newspaper in the bathroom.)
In some way, student life is the same, independent, but lonely in the huge collective of people, at once happy and unhappy - at all times and everywhere. Thank you so much for your "solidarity" with different times and different generations.
Hi, Kameron! Thank you for liking and restacking my opus.
Thank you, Larisa! Very interesting. My student years were in the 90s in Omsk, faculty of foreign languages. I lived at home but a lot of my schoolmates lived at the dorm. I remember those appalling conditions, and I am sure they were no better than in Leningrad in the 60s.
Oh, it's very interesting. Have you read about my trying to build communism in Siberia? Later in my memoir, I write about my friend from your city. Of course, between us, there are several generations, but it must be interesting for you to read about such a long time ago.
I don't remember reading it. I will. What is the name of the post?
My Building of Communism in Siberia is a chapter of my Wrong Country. After graduating from school, I went to Siberia. Regarding Galia from Omsk, I am writing in the chapter about the university. It will be much later.
Will try to find it.
I lived in a student dorm, while studying Polish in Warsaw in the late 1980's, and then at the Pushkin Institute in Moscow in 1990, a rite of passage for most students of Russian from all over the world. I recognize many things from your great post, Larisa, and I have some fond memories. It was – as you say – the sense of independence and of doing something I loved.
Oh, Portia, you have a real experience of Russia! I hope the foreign students were living in better conditions than ours. I remember a lot of loneliness of my first year of studying, but a feeling of happiness being in Peterburg.
Larisa, your experiences cut to the bone of a world I have never known. Thank you for sharing your memories.
Thank you, Cynthia, for reading and commenting. Commenting helps you open up more when writing.
A great read!
This is excellent, as always.
Thank you, Kostia; I appreciate the opinions of my compatriots very highly. (I loved your comment about the babushka and the newspaper in the bathroom.)
I hope you know by now eagerly I await your posts and am always вознаграждена за свое ожидание
(it's strange how some things are the same, namely tons of black coffee. and cigarettes)
In some way, student life is the same, independent, but lonely in the huge collective of people, at once happy and unhappy - at all times and everywhere. Thank you so much for your "solidarity" with different times and different generations.