On Saturday, I could sleep again. At least theoretically, because natürlcih Dasha was not willing this morning the word "silence" and its implementation to give further attention.
Instead of school we would on that day in the ballet: go "the Nutcracker" by Tchaikovsky. (In Russian way: "Schtschelkuntschik") It would not be my first Visit to a ballet but my first and a Russian.
Ksjoscha and I drove to the theater. After hearing the third bell the play began. Still no peace in the hall came a-well, this is normal when a room is full of students ... it is usually within 5 minutes.
After half an hour I was really shocked. No one paid any attention to the dancers-the volume of the pupils was sometimes louder than the orchestra! I looked around and remarked,
- squelching
-
eater - hearing music
- Even in the Internet Surfing, thanks Mini Notebook!
And as someone "Hey, hot guy!" The main character was called out to the camel's back in full. But it was even worse: When the curtain fell, there was a considerable number of pupils on already to go out-without applause! Cinema Generation ...
Following asked me Ksjoscha and a few others like me fell for the Russian Ballet had. I almost shouted: "This can not but be you serious? THAT was not a theater! That was ... "And then I swore a bit and made my shock air. I could tell you that because they were among the few who did behave civilized. Ksjoscha laughed and said their standard rate, which she says often: "This is just Russia."
A photo von Ksjoscha im Theater...
Ich - etwas verkrampft, da ich leicht geschockt war- Natascha rechts im Bild.
Und wenn Andere wärend des Stückes fotografieren, dann frag ich auch nach, ob ich die Bilder haben könnte :)
Der "heiße Kerl" alias Nussknacker...
in the Russian home, preparations for Ksjoschas birthday party already in full swing when we arrived. Shortly afterwards came the even guest relations. Recovery was initiated much to eat and to the health of the birthday child. Ksjoscha got paid money-exclusive. Of course, money should be paid better than unwanted, but still a little uninspired, I think it already. Even her friends had it (except for a few exceptions) paid money.
My host mother had a long letter to me picked up. By my maternal grandparents. They sent three Christmas calendar and a letter. I distributed the calendars to the children of the family and explained the strange object. As Ksjoscha realized that now would wait for 24 days every morning chocolate on them, they happily jumped through the apartment (she is almost as crazy about chocolate as me). Ksjoscha showed her mother, beaming the calendar and asked, "Can I open a door there now," I said, "Yes!" Her eyes lit up, but then she looked at me, "How?" I laughed. It is so unusual that someone does not know how to open the door of an advent calendar.
I'm really happy about the advent calendar! A little Christmas cheer in the Russian home. Thank you!
Nicholas ... at least in Germany ... empty boots on a 6th December, I had not, since I can remember.
On this Monday, I got four two! And doing it on a self-written text in the classroom entirely without help! Jeha! Was graded content and grammar of copies to be portrait description of the painting out, "The girl with the peaches"
My elation in terms of Russian classes have brought a case on Wednesday. Do you remember that we once a fairy tale should write "children's garden for the penguins? It has not censored my story-not even "considered" written under it, as it is actually common if the text is not censored. Nothing. I do not even know if she's read my work from 1 hour of work at all ...: (
After school went Ksjoscha and I to a nearby mall to get to gifts (including New Year) We bought first a gift for Lisa, which ones. birthday on Monday and had us on Saturday to be invited. Then I wanted to withdraw money. Business as Usual. map in hand-but money is where? Slight panic. I'll wait a few minutes, perhaps the need Machine longer just ... Finally I ask Ksjoscha and an employee what to do now. He said we should call the service hotline. We cried. We got the terrible useful tip to turn to the Bank. A German bank has been traced, but what my concern increased over the loss of money. We decided to cancel shopping and go home. I wrote an email to my father, in which I asked for advice.
Ksjoscha on Thursday and I had reason to rejoice. We caught a trolley bus, which was so empty that we even got a seat! On a normal weekday, during rush hour which borders on the miraculous. However, we arrived shortly thereafter in a traffic jam ... where we were 30 minutes, until the trolley gradually loszuckelte. Ksjoscha and I looked at each other: "Well then just falls from the first hour and were laughing including stress does make in such a situation, nothing. To top off the ticket inspector called out now: "This bus only goes to the station! Only up to the station! "My host sister and I laughed again.
At the station we get out-now it was 8:45 clock-thus began the first hour 15 minutes ... we took it calmly. From an inexplicable reason, we got all the passengers of the trolley bus, which had previously dropped out with us again. As we stood and looked irritated how the bus doors closed and drove away, what brought us to laughter. If everything Mist (pardon!)-is simply laugh!
When we last piece of the station were running to school, ran by us a behind-Ksjoschas friends he had come into the jam and had missed the first hour. The three of us went to school. Natasha was sitting there, which the same has happened to. We sat on the benches at the entrance of the school and decided because of the remaining 10 minutes is not going to class. But all the "good" things are still three was missing an unfortunate event. And as it happened already: the director. She is still new in office and has a bad reputation. They are not informed, but takes the liberty only director to be, favorite teacher, in which she has concerns - such as: holiday favors, it is rumored she is corrupt and is unqualified in general for the post of a director. I noticed this themselves, because they do not even welcomed at the school. Only in the second month, which I spent here I saw her once briefly in the hallway and Natasha whispered to me: "This is the director."
As we sat and had four of her helpless.
you, "Why? Why do you sit here? "
Natasha:". We have come to the jam and now we wait for the start of the second hour of "The Director looked
the Clock-five minutes to break and their penetrating gaze on the boy, who had gone to school with us.
you: "What time?"
He: "English."
you: "Well then! Hopp! Hopp! At least the homework, you still can write! Go!
He went away from irritated.
you: "A little faster," he
flitze to the next stairs, and thence probably to the gym ... I can not imagine that he really went to class.
Now they saw us three girls. I had no interest in geometry even for 5 minutes.
you: "What time" I replied
blitzschnell: „Sport!“ in der Hoffnung sie würde es als unwichtig empfinden und uns sitzen lassen.
Zu unserem Glück verwickelte sie eine Lehrerin in ein Gespräch.
Ich fragte Ksjoscha: „Sagmal…weiß sie überhaupt, dass ich Ausländerin bin??“
Ksjoscha grinste: „Keine Ahnung“…es scheint, als wüsste sie es nicht…“
Das spricht doch mal für Qualitäten einer Direktorin, wenn sie nicht einmal weiß, wer Gastschüler ist…
Am Nachmittag rief ich meine Mails ab. Mein Vater hatte geantwortet- es sei nichts abgebucht worden – alles in bester Ordnung. Huuuu, Schwein gehabt!
Friday I met the German teacher, who asked me the same time, a poster on the theme: "Christmas in Germany" to make. As if there were not enough, every second that I must tell of German Christmas and that I really miss ... Ksjoscha has a few pictures of festively decorated town Christmas markets, etc. considered, and said: "Ooooh! As in the fairy tale, "So to all, what Christmas is out for the neck you do not know the story to appreciate. Everyone with whom I have spoken, would immediately want to celebrate Christmas.
conclusion: "I miss Christmas."
My elation in terms of Russian classes have brought a case on Wednesday. Do you remember that we once a fairy tale should write "children's garden for the penguins? It has not censored my story-not even "considered" written under it, as it is actually common if the text is not censored. Nothing. I do not even know if she's read my work from 1 hour of work at all ...: (
After school went Ksjoscha and I to a nearby mall to get to gifts (including New Year) We bought first a gift for Lisa, which ones. birthday on Monday and had us on Saturday to be invited. Then I wanted to withdraw money. Business as Usual. map in hand-but money is where? Slight panic. I'll wait a few minutes, perhaps the need Machine longer just ... Finally I ask Ksjoscha and an employee what to do now. He said we should call the service hotline. We cried. We got the terrible useful tip to turn to the Bank. A German bank has been traced, but what my concern increased over the loss of money. We decided to cancel shopping and go home. I wrote an email to my father, in which I asked for advice.
Ksjoscha on Thursday and I had reason to rejoice. We caught a trolley bus, which was so empty that we even got a seat! On a normal weekday, during rush hour which borders on the miraculous. However, we arrived shortly thereafter in a traffic jam ... where we were 30 minutes, until the trolley gradually loszuckelte. Ksjoscha and I looked at each other: "Well then just falls from the first hour and were laughing including stress does make in such a situation, nothing. To top off the ticket inspector called out now: "This bus only goes to the station! Only up to the station! "My host sister and I laughed again.
At the station we get out-now it was 8:45 clock-thus began the first hour 15 minutes ... we took it calmly. From an inexplicable reason, we got all the passengers of the trolley bus, which had previously dropped out with us again. As we stood and looked irritated how the bus doors closed and drove away, what brought us to laughter. If everything Mist (pardon!)-is simply laugh!
When we last piece of the station were running to school, ran by us a behind-Ksjoschas friends he had come into the jam and had missed the first hour. The three of us went to school. Natasha was sitting there, which the same has happened to. We sat on the benches at the entrance of the school and decided because of the remaining 10 minutes is not going to class. But all the "good" things are still three was missing an unfortunate event. And as it happened already: the director. She is still new in office and has a bad reputation. They are not informed, but takes the liberty only director to be, favorite teacher, in which she has concerns - such as: holiday favors, it is rumored she is corrupt and is unqualified in general for the post of a director. I noticed this themselves, because they do not even welcomed at the school. Only in the second month, which I spent here I saw her once briefly in the hallway and Natasha whispered to me: "This is the director."
As we sat and had four of her helpless.
you, "Why? Why do you sit here? "
Natasha:". We have come to the jam and now we wait for the start of the second hour of "The Director looked
the Clock-five minutes to break and their penetrating gaze on the boy, who had gone to school with us.
you: "What time?"
He: "English."
you: "Well then! Hopp! Hopp! At least the homework, you still can write! Go!
He went away from irritated.
you: "A little faster," he
flitze to the next stairs, and thence probably to the gym ... I can not imagine that he really went to class.
Now they saw us three girls. I had no interest in geometry even for 5 minutes.
you: "What time" I replied
blitzschnell: „Sport!“ in der Hoffnung sie würde es als unwichtig empfinden und uns sitzen lassen.
Zu unserem Glück verwickelte sie eine Lehrerin in ein Gespräch.
Ich fragte Ksjoscha: „Sagmal…weiß sie überhaupt, dass ich Ausländerin bin??“
Ksjoscha grinste: „Keine Ahnung“…es scheint, als wüsste sie es nicht…“
Das spricht doch mal für Qualitäten einer Direktorin, wenn sie nicht einmal weiß, wer Gastschüler ist…
Am Nachmittag rief ich meine Mails ab. Mein Vater hatte geantwortet- es sei nichts abgebucht worden – alles in bester Ordnung. Huuuu, Schwein gehabt!
Friday I met the German teacher, who asked me the same time, a poster on the theme: "Christmas in Germany" to make. As if there were not enough, every second that I must tell of German Christmas and that I really miss ... Ksjoscha has a few pictures of festively decorated town Christmas markets, etc. considered, and said: "Ooooh! As in the fairy tale, "So to all, what Christmas is out for the neck you do not know the story to appreciate. Everyone with whom I have spoken, would immediately want to celebrate Christmas.
conclusion: "I miss Christmas."
Liebste Grüße aus dem unweihnachtlichen Tscheboksary
Lotte
Ein winterliches Foto mit dem Kirchgebäude, welches mich in seinen Bann gezogen hat...
PS.: Was das Wetter betrifft: Im Laufe der Woche wurde es allmählich wärmer. Am Freitag sogar Tauwetter bei Temperaturen um 0 ° C.
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