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Jan. 8th, 2005 06:22 pmDuring last night's social event at the Proton Club, organized by the French contingent to celebrate the birthday of one of their own, my eye caught what is for me an unusual assemblage of people around a table.
No, there is no mistake. What you're looking at is a crowd of fairly young people sitting around a table playing Scrabble. I managed to take this picture before it got really crowded around that table, and to judge from the noise emanating from that quarter of the room as the night went on, folks were having quite a lot of fun.
When the birthday boy finally arrived, the proper words were said, the champagne was poured, and the cake (naturally) was presented. To avoid any possible violations of the local fire codes, the center of the evening's attention did his immediate best to put out the candles in short order.
While the rest of the crowd (mostly French) drifted into an adjacent room to sing karaoke, I wriggled back into my coat and walked back to the Fili, mindful of having to rise early and be the first interpreter at the полтинник this morning at 7 am. The weather was its usual non-hospitable self, with mist filling the air, giving a suffused look to all sources of light.
The fact that it was misty did not prevent a bitingly cold wind from blowing, happily directed against my back as I walked from the Proton Club back home, and traction was furnished by a new, undisturbed coating of frost and ice on the sidewalks. As I walked under my window in front of the Fili, a shadow detached itself from in front of me and headed toward the front gate. It appeared to be the dog that I've seen hanging around the полтинник, whose general appearance reminds me of Max.
I felt the outline of a 3-day old пирожок, a small baked item with some kind of filling, in the pocket of my coat and tried to call to the dog and offer it some food. My heart went out to the poor animal apparently wandering around in the miserable cold and having to deal with the wind as well, but it stood just inside the gate to the Fili, looking back at me, I imagine. After a few minutes, I left the food on the snowy bench not far from the door and went inside. The item was gone when I left the building this morning.
* * * It's been snowing for most of the day. Nothing blizzard class, you understand, but nevertheless snowing. I caught a shot of Jeff B. earlier today (during lunch, in fact) as he tended the home fires and produced burgers and other goodies that promise to go down in songs that will doubtless be written about this campaign. Here is the maestro at work:
Because of the snow, I got a call a little while ago canceling the trip to town tomorrow. At this point I'm not clear if it's a general cancellation of the trip, or only of the part of the trip intended for those interested in visiting the Russian Orthodox Church. To be frank, if the whole thing is off, I'll probably not be too happy; I was looking forward to getting away from Area 95 for a few hours, preferably without committing myself to duty at the Luna Club.
Cheers...
No, there is no mistake. What you're looking at is a crowd of fairly young people sitting around a table playing Scrabble. I managed to take this picture before it got really crowded around that table, and to judge from the noise emanating from that quarter of the room as the night went on, folks were having quite a lot of fun.
When the birthday boy finally arrived, the proper words were said, the champagne was poured, and the cake (naturally) was presented. To avoid any possible violations of the local fire codes, the center of the evening's attention did his immediate best to put out the candles in short order.
While the rest of the crowd (mostly French) drifted into an adjacent room to sing karaoke, I wriggled back into my coat and walked back to the Fili, mindful of having to rise early and be the first interpreter at the полтинник this morning at 7 am. The weather was its usual non-hospitable self, with mist filling the air, giving a suffused look to all sources of light.
The fact that it was misty did not prevent a bitingly cold wind from blowing, happily directed against my back as I walked from the Proton Club back home, and traction was furnished by a new, undisturbed coating of frost and ice on the sidewalks. As I walked under my window in front of the Fili, a shadow detached itself from in front of me and headed toward the front gate. It appeared to be the dog that I've seen hanging around the полтинник, whose general appearance reminds me of Max.
I felt the outline of a 3-day old пирожок, a small baked item with some kind of filling, in the pocket of my coat and tried to call to the dog and offer it some food. My heart went out to the poor animal apparently wandering around in the miserable cold and having to deal with the wind as well, but it stood just inside the gate to the Fili, looking back at me, I imagine. After a few minutes, I left the food on the snowy bench not far from the door and went inside. The item was gone when I left the building this morning.
Because of the snow, I got a call a little while ago canceling the trip to town tomorrow. At this point I'm not clear if it's a general cancellation of the trip, or only of the part of the trip intended for those interested in visiting the Russian Orthodox Church. To be frank, if the whole thing is off, I'll probably not be too happy; I was looking forward to getting away from Area 95 for a few hours, preferably without committing myself to duty at the Luna Club.
Cheers...
