just spoken about the Russian winter, he was already. On Saturday, 11/20/2010 was here in Cheboksary, once the snow. 38 days ago said my host mother that begins within 40 days of the winter, and now it is there.
In school I was greeted with a smile: "Hello Scharrlootteee! The Russian winter is here! Even scared? "Or" Well how do you like the snow? The first time you see what, right? "So may I really must ask! I know temperatures down to -20 degrees, and of course snow ... although I fear that the amount of snow is another one here, than that which I call normal.
On Sunday was the sister of my host mother's birthday. could Ksjoschas mother was gracious and left the apartment with Dasha little earlier, so we do not sleep for a while. Of course, the matter was a catch: we had to clean the apartment for lunch and appear at the birthday celebration.
I mopped the floor, cleaning the bathroom and Ksjoscha her poem learned by heart. At this point a nice greeting to my mother, who tries to inspire me for years for selbige activities.
We appeared to one at the birthday celebration. The home of the birthday "child" is very small-just a room. The family sat at the table casually ran the TV. We were immediately asked to sit down and eat. (What else I had not expected.) I was asked again how I liked it here and what I would have lost. Finally, the relatives were listed in Germany. Because there are several who traveled to Germany, German or learned, or, or. Especially a former German teacher was talking to me, although in Russian.
While it has now been fattened lively, and the droning, talking hides the television, take turns were conveyed congratulations. But not as I know (One called his congratulations and then met again on the welfare of the child's birthday), but different. This is called a congratulatory message, which are then doused with a shot glass of vodka. But this drink not only complimenting, but all of them. And the round robin is so ... fortunately, the number of guests not so great ...
Finally we were children (Ksjoscha, Dasha and I) in the series (of course without vodka!) When I was their success, with all hope for what they wished, they cheered enthusiastically.
On Tuesday we were looking forward already to temperatures of - 10 ° C! The snow now extended to the ankles and the weather forecast for next week (-20 ° C) caused me to go buy a winter jacket.
purpose of which I made with Ksjoscha and Sasha on the shopping mall "Schupaschkar. We sat in the trolley bus, whose windows are now decorated with beautiful ice flowers.
In Schupaschkar "arrived, we found that I was looking for-or at least I hope this I bought a jacket which temperatures to -25 ° C to stop. Ksjoscha and Sascha thought that if it gets colder than -25 ° C, there is barely a jacket that prevents this, so onion principle is announced.
Just in fear of sudden onset of winter, is already announced thaw. Once again Herumtänzeln around huge puddles and muddy paths of the day. And I thought the topic of disgusting mud weather would have done until spring ...
On Thursday was the way to school a real ordeal. Not only by said mud weather, but also, who's love would have thought-by my friend the trolleybus. is heated in the said vehicle in itself is good. But during rush hour, when one part is so close that one is just "a hand's breadth" away from the faces of the passengers, yes, it's not the heat of the bus is necessary. The thick jackets fit just a magazine between their own and the bodies of others. Since I wish but my summer in Cheboksary back to where I could appreciate luxurious space (half a square all to myself!) ...
At least the way was worthwhile to school because I got a 5 in Russian but also here I had help.
In Biology I was looking back on pastries, chocolate and Tea. This time, briefly joined by two students from the higher classes (probably 10th) added. We exchanged a few words when I was finally asked:
"You're from Germany, right?"
Me: "Yes. Why "
In reply, the other student:
" Oh, excuse me "
Me:"? What excuse "
" I thought you're a regular student at our school "
... this conversation is only with a big smile! commented on my part.
arrived in the Russian home, I went to my homework. In Russian, we had to write a short story. not in itself difficult, only two problems: first
in Russian
second It is about: to be written "nursery for penguins"
would Because the latter ever all the standard fairy tale-like "refers prince finds his princess, kills the dragon, and if they are not dead, then they are still alive today ..." - fall out . I thought so .. "Penguin finds his kindergarten, killing the dragon ..." No, this would not be ...
following fairytale "I finally sucked me out of my fingers. The Russian translation is again below. Sascha corrected my transcript and said it would actually not bad .... after all it had to remain translatable ...
nursery for penguins
Once upon a time long ago, a little boy who never wanted to go to kindergarten.
One day his mother asked him:
"My boy, why do not you want to preschool?"
And answered the little boy
"Because penguins are not even in kindergarten!"
But Mami (diminutive as already mentioned are very common here) said:
"So what? You're finally not a penguin "But
cried the little boy
" I like penguins and penguins if not in the nursery go, then I will not! I'll stay with you better, "thought
The smart mommy to about what you said Kleiner, and replied:
" at home, Mom! Was Once upon a time there is a cute town on the South Pole, and penguins living there. This city was made of ice. Frost patterns on the windows and icicles were hanging from the roofs.
Every morning the penguin fathers went to work. The penguin children went to school. Only the youngest remained at home with Mom.
Time passed and the mums wanted to go work, so they had more money. But of course nobody wanted to leave the children in the house alone. That's why they invented a nursery for penguins. A place where children play all day to run, and jump, where they are safe and working moms can.
why the Penguins built a large house made of ice. This house had many rooms with toys, attractions, and so on.
The children loved their new children's garden and were glad to be able to go there. "
Well, my boy! Penguins love to go to kindergarten, so you will it, too.
The ending "And if they are not dead, he still goes to kindergarten does not seem to be common in Russian fairy tales ..."
Детский сад для пингвинят
Жил- был маленький мальчик, который всегда не хотел в садик.
Однажды мама у него спросила:
"Малыш, почему не хочешь в садик?"
И маленький мальчик ответил:
"Because pingvinyata too, do not go to kindergarten!"
A Mom said:
"So what?" You're not a penguin! "
But the little boy was shouting: "I love penguins, and if pingvinyata do not go to kindergarten, I too will not! Ray sit at home with you, Mom! "
Smart Mom thought that her child said, and replied:
" Far away was a nice city at the south pole, and lived there pingvinyata. This city was made of ice. The windows were ice patterns, and the icicles hanging from the roofs. Each morning, the pope Penguins went to work. Детей пингвинята ходили в школу. Только самые маленькие сидели дома у мамы.
Время шло, и мамочки тоже хотели работать, чтобы было больше денег. Но, конечно, никто не хотел оставлять детей одних дома. поэтому они придумали детский сад для пингвинят. Место, где дети могут играть, бегать и прыгать весь день, где они в безопасности, and mothers can work.
So penguins have built a large house made of ice. In this house had many rooms with toys, amusement and so on.
kids loved their new garden and were happy to go there. "
Here's my baby! Pingvinyata love to go to kindergarten, so that you too will be.
Fazit:" Pinguine gehen in den Kindergarten ... "
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