Det russiske museum

Jeg dro på russisk museum alene for noen uker siden, og det var deilig og avslappende og bare tusle rundt; jeg hørte på musikk og så nærmere på de bildene jeg ville se nærmere på.



Dette maleriet tok jeg bilde av fordi jeg syntes hun så så menneskelig ut, og jeg kunne virkelig se at dette var et menneske som hadde eksistert på ordentlig. Hun ser i tillegg veldig snill ut.

Jeg tenkte egentlig det samme om dette maleriet..
Dette maleriet likte jeg godt for dets sjørøverstemning.

Иван Айвазовский. Девятый вал. Dette maleriet blir jeg alltid like fascinert av. Det heter "Den niende bølgen", og er malt av Ivan Aivazovskij.

Et utsnitt av "Den niende bølgen".

Jeg likte godt stemningen i dette maleriet.

Jeg er egentlig litt usikker på hva dette er for noe. Men det er fra avdelingen for russisk håndverkskunst, hvor det finnes masser av figurer av forskjellige slag og materialer, nasjonaldrakter, stoffer, til og med en takgavl fra et gammelt trehus, smykker, smykkeskrin o.s.v. fra gamle dager frem til i dag.

Dette er fra fløyen hvor malerier fra det 20. århundre henger.

Anna Akhmatova
Anna Akhmatova
Dette minnet meg om da jeg var liten og gikk på skitur i Rauland.

Jeg likte stemningen i dette bildet.

Let go of the marshmallow

It's been quite a while since I've written now. Some things have changed, but I've still got a bunch of homework, and I have just visited two more museums. But first; I have moved from the appartment with fleas to a new place. I live with a lady, she's 57, and she's very nice. I talk to here once in a while, when I eat breakfast, and come home from school. But I have to get used to listen to here, because at this moment I very little understand, mainly because she uses lots of words I've never heard before. And I think she thinks that I do too much homework:)
I have a big room for my selve, and nobody else from my class lives there. It's a nice feeling to walk to school alone, and just listen to music or podcasts. And it's a perfect distance from where I live to the university center; about 1/2 hour to walk.

This is the lamp in my room.



And this is the view from my window.

I have seen the place were Pushkin lived his last years, and died. It was very interesting, and our guide looked like a person from the middle age; he was quite skinny, he acted like an eurytmiteacher and I think he was secretly in love with Pushkins wife. He told us several times have she was considered the most beautiful woman in St. Petersburg and even in hole Russia.

Then, last friday, I went to a small kind of palace, but still in the middle of the city, where there had lived a very rich and well educated family. (what happened with the font?) Sounds like I'm dreaming now... what? alright. Well, I love this palace. It's called Jussupov Palace. I've been there once before, (then I even got to see the basement where they (tried to) kill Rasputin) and the interior is so beautiful. I simply loose my breath, if you can say it like that in english. I was so stupid to not bring my camera (mobilephone), so it's all gonna just stay in my head.


This is from one of me and Inger Johanne's translation sessions. It's become a tradition that we finish the translation, while we eat m&m's, then we go to our regular pirog-place, eat pirogs, and then right out our translation. Sometimes we have to do the last one over again, because the teacher wasn't complietely satisfied. Yeasterday, we even ate cake afterwards which we dipped in hot chocolate:). I think it became a tradition.


What is up with it?

And last friday almost everyone from my class went to Marinskij theater, and we saw the ballet "Sleeping beauty". It was really beautiful.

Tonight I had a dream. My mother was chasing me and wanted to kill me. She ran after me and throwed things at me. Larger and larger things. When she began to throw trees at me, I thought that it's better to be small, so she can't see me. But out soon found out that when I was that small, people woudn't see me, and since I was the size of a flea (which I do have some ambivalent feelings for, since they're in my bed) it was both disgusting and dangerous. (Now they wanted to kill me..) {Why do I so often dream about people chasing me?} Then I went back to normal size, and I went home to Tønsberg. But there, on Slottsfjellet, instead of the little tower, the stupid government had disided to build a castle in russian style, like the blue one on one of my first pictures. But they had of course made it norwegian-no sence of style-ugly, so parts of the castle was giant glasswindows, which, unfortunately, seems to be a must in newer architecture, and the walls was made of plastic, instead of stone. Nightmare.

This is from our enterence. Theres obviously no point in sending me anything.


This is our door.

I came over this church on my way to the excursion, and I remembered
that I went to a wedding here.

Mhm
Pushkin lived here from.. Oh, read it yourself, will ya.

This is the enterence of the same house.

Newly painted! Typical architecture from the time that the house was buildt..

Same enterence.

A woman who joined our excursion for a while.

Still in Pushkin's enterence hall.



This is the backside of the building where Pushkin lived, but
no one is sure on which floor.


Just a really messed up house. Looks like somebody occupied it, but then
for some reason regretted they're choice of occupation.

An old factory or prison?

Isak-katedralen. Men jeg får aldri gått inn..

So. I have now been here for three weeks, and I'm finally getting more used to Russia. And I've found out on which street I live. I haven't managed to do a lot of sightseeing yet, and I'm not sure if I ever gonna find the time. But I really want to go to Marinskij Theater to see The Brothers Karamasov, which I'm reading at the moment. But I only brought with me the first book, because I usually read very slow, and I thougt that the first book would last three months. But I'm done with it soon.. Maybe I should by them in russian.(?) So I have to use a year on each one of them..
This last weekend I went on a short excursion with the group which also study literature. I dont have the slightest idea what the teacher was talking about. We stood on the street, (which was of course noisy, and she talked almost to here self) and she showed us were Pushkin had lived when he was young. Later that day I went to see the Isaac Cathedral, and I also looked for a café that are called Art Café, but I didn't find it. I think its gone, and maybe replased with mcdonalds or something. I feel that it happens often, and it's anoying. I didn't do very much the rest of the weekend, I just tried to relax because I was sick last week. Oh, I did go to a bar on saturday evening. It's always nice to eat chocolate icecream in a bar, that late:) I think I'm gonna do it too often..