Writting on the blog
Hmm.. I never paid russian literature any attention, though I knew it had some great authors. Well Simona got me into it. She gave me a book written by Aleksandr Pushkin. Told me how interesting a short story was.. “The Queen Of Spades”. Alina also read it. So in order to share or not their impressions I had to read it too. It was short, some 60 pages that I read yesterday in breaks. It was so nice.. though at the beginning boring and without any meaning. I had a bad impression about russian authors.. because every-time I imagined them writing an unlikely picture came into my head. They writting in some rat hole tavern, everything filled up with smoke, drinking vodka.. complaining about the bad weather, and disgusted of the human nature. Some misanthropes with a spark of genius. Well it seems I was so and very wrong. I will read some more of the Pushkin guy after I’ll finish reading a classic, “Tess D`Urberville” by Thomas Hardy. I think I like Pushkin more than T.H. But I’ll wait until the end of the book to say that.
I got into the whole Valentine’s thing without my volition. I received a red rose from a friend of mine. It’s not even march yet. I can’t say I didn’t like the gesture. Anyhow… it seems my hike to see LOT isn’t happening. Or it’s going to happen only if dad takes us there.. and drives us back. “Uuuu lookie.. I brought dad to see some kewl rawkers”. Fancy, what can I say. He says that it’s not safe for 3 under aged kids to go on their own to a big city like Bucharest. This is silly.. and it makes me lose my mind. Well I have to do it his way.. or no way. Overprotective parents I have😦