Bonjour !
Je fais mes études à l’Université d’Etât d’Extrême-Orient. Je suis en duxieme année. J’étudie l’anglais, le français et la littérature.
J’habite la cité universitaire. D’habitude je vais à l’université au pied. J’habite avec ma camarade Daria dans la résidence universitaire. Notre piece n’est pas grande, mais assez comfortable. Les murs de sa chambre sont blancs, c'est pourquoi notre piece est claire. Il y a duex tables, duex lets, duex placards avec nos vêtements et deux mebles dans notre chamre.
Notre vue de la fenêtre matin
Il y a des services de ménage. Il n’y a pas de sale de travail dans la résidence universitaire, je fait mes devoirs dans ma chambre.
D’habitude je mange au resto universitaire ou chez moi. Il y a une cuisine collective dans notre résidence universitaire, mais nous prépare notre manger avec le multicuiseur dans notre chambre.
Je travaille le tuteur de l’anglais, je fait cours particuliers. Je travaille le mardi et le vendredi après les cours, c’est pourquoi j’ai assez de temps pour mes études.
Si je ne travaille pas, d’habitude je reste et fait mes devoirs après les cours. Mais j’aime aller au cinéma et la discothèque avec mes amies. Aussi je suis dans la organisation étudiante « STEP », nous apprendons la lange anglaise aux enfants.
C'est moi (à gauche) dans le camp d'enfant comment un moniteur
I haven't written silly things for awhile. I've noticed that my recent posts about the accents and the role models turned out to be pretty successful, and it can't fail to be pleasant and motivating! While writing them I might not have done any researches, but I did put much more knowledge in them, more smart thoughts, less unnecessary information. I've been reading various writing tips, so focusing on one theme is one of them. I don't think I'm ready to focus my whole blog on one theme, but I should do for one certain post at least. For example, I did a post about being a role model - it was only about that, nothing else like "Hm, btw also, I bought new jeans a couple of days ago, and the weather isn't so fine, yeah". But I'm aware that I'm about to break this rule right here right now - I do want to put my latest news and little thoughts and emotions and notes here at once. One famous Russian YouTuber Kate Clapp shoots videos every Friday in which she talks about everything that comes to her mind and happens in her life, just many little facile topics she'd like to discuss but that aren't worth a separate video. That's what I want to do too! Yes, I might tell myself not to write about worthless stuff, but I feel the need, I feel eager about that. So haters gonna hate - even the heater inside myself - and I'm gonna do whatever I do in my own freaking blog. Period.
So haters gonna hate - even the heater inside myself - and I'm gonna do whatever I do in my own freaking blog. Period.
Oh yes, you might have noticed that my blog became wider and I have just used that strange quotation feature. One more yes. I don't only develop my writing skills but also experiment with the site itself. I try to make it more readable and more interesting. And not so long ago I found the source of my inspiration - Mark Manson's blog. Mr. Manson puts himself as "Author. Thinker. Life Enthusiast.", and he is indeed. I found him with one of my Facebook friend's sharing, and now I can't help appreciating this blog. I like Manson's style of writing first of all - it's so easy-going and sarcastic from time to time, and still serious enough. He opens subjects I'm interested in such as traveling, the crux of relationships or procrastination. Moreover, Mr. Manson is very attached to his readers and frequently makes us, readers, happy with e-mails with new material or asking about something. The most amazing thing is that the author isn't too busy yet not to answer the letters from his fans. I would answer too, if I was written, though. A long-long time ago I used to do such a tag as VERY INTERESTING BLOG. And I think this paragraph is a very good example. So go, read Mark Manson's blog and learn some lessons!
Yesterday Tatyana and I went to a yoga class held on our campus. We tried one class last year, but we didn't like it. Usually, we practice yoga ourselves with the help of YouTube videos. While the temperature was warm enough, we did yoga outside, now we practice it inside conformably. We do it for our own pleasure only, nobody forced us. My friend and I really find joy in doing yoga, and we can see our bodies change for the better. But of course, we can't be totally sure if we do the poses right, and we always search for new ways of developing our physical skills. That's why yesterday we went to that yoga class - to try something new. And we liked it! First of all, I liked the instructor. Our local yogi was a young man, 3rd-year handsome student, who immediately made a good impression by reaching out his hand to me, as I walked into the room, saying, "Hi, I'm Vanya, what's your name?" No class can be bad with a charming teacher, especially when you came to that class on your own. There were not so many of us: the instructor, 4 other girls, Tatyana and me. The room was all white, and I paid my attention to that right when I came in - white is my favorite color, you know (and red). The practice itself was intense enough for my body to hurt today, and that hasn't happened for awhile. But it means that I had some really nice training. So Tatyana and I agreed on attending that yoga class once a week and be great with it.
I think I never wrote about what I bought myself as present for my birthday! I received a couple of gift cards to my favorite shops from Cherry Lady and Andrew, so I bought the presents on them though I had to pay in excess anyway. So my main purchase turned out to be... the latest Beyonce's fragrance Heat Kissed! The funny thing is that I bought it without even trying it because there was no tester. But when I opened the box and finally smelled the perfume, I loved it! And Cherry Lady loved it too because her own fragrance smells very similar.
Another gift I treated myself with was a plush cat toy, the famous Internet Pusheen the cat! Yes, that's what being 29 is like - you buy luxurious perfumes and plush toys. So, talking about Pusheen, I'm so into this character! I enjoy scrolling the pictures - isn't it funny and cute? And when I opened the official online store, I was shocked - so many items with Pusheen the cat! But I'm not sure if my cat toy is an official one. And, by the way, to defense myself, this Pusheen in my only plush toy in the dormitory. Now I can't help joking about me being a cat lady. Not so funny, tbh, you know.
Cherry Lady took a photo of embarrassingly happy me with my new toy
AND to finish this amusing post (and to let me finish my homework, frankly speaking) I feel like sharing the song of the day. Let it be... 3 songs! Because I haven't put any songs for some time and I'm known to always have something to listen to. My recent discovery is a bilingual track by the Australian singer Josef Salvat called Open Season (Une Autre Saison). I've known this singer before, I still like his song Hustler. But Open Season is much more positive, though. This song has the English-only version, but I like this English-French mix. Sometimes you can't even tell when Josef changes the languages, the track sounds so good. And the title of this post is one of this song's lines! Check it out!
Another choice is Papercut by Zedd featuring Troy Sivan. I heard this song on the plane to LA while listening to the whole Zedd's album True Colors, so I associate Papercut as well as all the other songs from the record with the city of angels and my great travel.
Not a fan of club music? I've got something for you too. The last song is going to be a slow, melancholic track Over You by Ingrid Michaelson featuring A Great Big World. It's so beautiful and sad at the same time. And I say no more.
The generation of my parents wanted to become cosmonauts, doctors, constructors. My generation wanted (or still wants) to become lawyers, psychologists, designers. I remember I wanted to become a psychologist too when I was about... 10 years old. Then when I first visited St. Petersburg, I came up with the idea of becoming a journalist, and it was a serious wish (I really prepared for the faculty of journalism) that lasted till... my second trip to St. Petersburg. Yeah, our North capital proved to be my turning point. Now I barely have an idea about my future in the meaning of profession.
Well, yes, I say that I want to be a writer. But I know that I won't just sit down, easily write something and money will immediately start pouring on me.
I'm sure to have the Master's degree after the Bachelor's one. I want to study for the Master's degree in another city, somewhere else; probably try St. Petersburg one more time. But lately I've started thinking about taking a break after finishing FEFU. Why? I don't know. To save money or to spend it, have some life? It's only my second year here, though, my choices and decisions can change. Also, I don't forget about my tutor's suggestion for me to get a degree in English somewhere abroad to become a professional English speaker/teacher/person. Still I'll need money for that.
I know I'll be able to earn some money giving private lessons. Moreover, I enjoy the work, though its existence depends on other people. Although I haven't tried it yet, but I guess working at school will make an office plankton out of me. I know every job can be a creative one, especially teaching, but I also imagine the amount of paperwork a teacher has, so I really doubt it. Of course, I'll have my school practice at the 4th year of university, so we'll see about everything.
Translating things? I think I just need to try that even now. Just find some spare time, a little piece of a good material and try to make something decent of it. It'll be good as for my English so for my Russian. And it'll improve my writing skills, so I should just try it.
All in all, I'm a typical student now - too many plans, too little certainty. But I am certain in one thing. I know that no matter what I will do for a living, I want to be a role model. I wanna be a good role model for my little nieces firstly, for my future children, for people around me if they're interested. I want to be interesting for people. This idea came to me when I was told that my first cousin once removed had said "I want to attend a music school like Olga!" It made me feel so proud of myself. Some human being wanted to do something like me, and that human being was my relative. And I know that my elder sister's daughters really like me. I want them to look at me not only like someone who appears once in 6 months and is known to be their aunt but at someone who knows many fascinating stories, who knows how to behave, how to deal with the life. Of course, the main role models in their life are their parents, but there's always someone we think of as well when we make decisions or when we think about decent people in our lives, who influence our lives.
From the left: my mom, me with my gold medal for excellent school education, and my Godmother
The person who influences my life this way is my Godmother. We don't meet too often, but if we have a chance I try to visit her with my mother (my mother and Godmother are kinda colleagues). I like to listen to my Godmother's stories, some life hacks, how she spent her latest vacation, where she has been and what she has seen. She also says that she always thinks of me, and it warms my heart.
Also, I sympathize our this-semester literature professor. She reminds me of my Godmother, they're like the same type of a person. You know, when you meet somebody, and (s)he resembles someone else you know in looks, in characters, etc. So I like how our literature professor treats us, how she presents her lectures. I watch her with my eyes open wide, follow the way she speaks and shows her attitude to various things, and I definitely see some of my Godmother's features. So I treat our literature professor as my university Godmother. These two women are my role models (after my own mother, of course).
So what do I mean by being a role model? In my opinion, a role model
knows how to present him/herself. The way you walk, the way you talk shows so much about you. You are sure to know people who enchant everyone around only stepping in the room. They may not be famous or stereotypically attractive but you want to know them, you want to be around them.
knows the values of life. Money doesn't matter, the fullness of life does. Role models have some great experience you want to know and they will to share.
motivates you without even knowing about it. When you see your role model or talk to him or her, you unconsciously wants to become better, to evolve and improve.
I don't mean role models are to be worshipped like cult figure and you should copy their appearance and moves. But I think it's good to have someone to look at in real life. Because of course we have idols - you all are aware of my love to Beyonce, but I don't consider her as my role model: I haven't meet Beyonce in person, I've never talked to her, never heard her life stories face-to-face. But once I do, Queen B will certainly be on my list.
So yes, this is what I want for sure. I want to be good. I want to provide my nieces and children and other people with the energy to motivate them to be better. I want to tell them my story, I want them to see the life from my point of view, want them to know what is right and what is wrong. I want them to know that "nothing is impossible. Don't let your dreams be dreams! JUST DO IT!" and so on. I want to be a role model.
As I wrote in my previous post, Tatyana and I attended the Beat Film Festival the last week.
According to their official cite, The Beat Film Festival is an international festival of documentaries on arts and music that showcases 25 new titles every year and brings together independent filmmakers, musicians and contemporary artists in an exciting program of film screenings, concerts, talks and performances. Founded in 2010 as an independent cultural initiative, it has grown to be the largest film & music event across Russia. Since 2013 the festival also has a regional extension: under the name of the Beat Weekend the festival brings five key titles from the festival program to 10 largest cities across Russia in the Fall – providing alternative theatrical distribution opportunities to strong Russian and international documentary titles. (http://en.2015.beatfilmfestival.ru/beat/)
Originally Tantyana bought tickets for almost all the movies shown in our cinema. She wanted Anton to go to "B-Movie..." with her, but he worked that day. And I didn't! Fortunately, "B-Movie..." was the film I liked the most from the list, so yeah, we were truly lucky. "B-Movie: Lust & Sound in West Berlin 1979-1989" is a documentary shot in West Berlin by a Manchester guy Mark Reeder. I had known nothing about Mark Reeder before I watched the film, or about Nick Cave who appeared in the tape. "B-Movie" was apparently shot those time, I mean 1979-1989, right before the Iron Curtain fell and the Berlin Wall was destroyed; Mark Reeder introduces his work as sort of a diary. I wonder if he knew he would create a documentary when he moved to West Berlin. But somehow the film was debuted at the Berlinale 2015.
Our lovely Wikipedia says that "a spectacular documentary film about the island of West Berlin during the 80s viewed by protagonist Mark Reeder. Using original music and featuring rare and unseen footage with participants such as Gudrun Gut, Blixa Bargeld or Nick Cave, it portrays the vibrant avant-garde music scene of the city in its last decade of division. Reeder composed the soundtrack and remastered the songs." One thing that amuses me the most is that "B-Movie..." doesn't have its own Wiki-page in English, though Mark Reeder reads the main text in his utter British accent. Maybe, he did versions both in English and in German? There's some information about it on IMDb, but still not so much. Well, it's such a typical festival movie - you don't hear about it, but once you watch it, you wonder why haven't you heard about it.
Mark Reeder himself
A documentary isn't the kind of film I'd go to the cinema for. If I randomly run into a documentary on TV and it catches my attention, I probably keep it on; I don't usually go to the cinema for that. But here I was invited, and it was a festival, so I couldn't skip it.
Music described and used in the movie is also not my type either. It was all about electronica, post-punk and trans, but I can't say I shut my ears with my hands. It was an experience, I'd never listened to such music so properly before. Nevertheless, Tatyana and I chanced to discover one song we both liked, and it's on my playlist. So I'll make it the song of the day in the end.
And that lifestyle West Berlin 80's isn't my thing at all! So rageful, so raving, flashy! Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll - there it was. Tatyana asked me if I'd like to live in those years, but I doubted if I would survive. Nowadays one can also easily find a company offering drugs, alcohol and one-night affairs, and I try not to face those guys. But what if I was brought up in that decade, in that city? How would I act?
Nevertheless I enjoyed the film, it's really impressive. Everyone who's interested in music, or in history, in German culture should definitely check it out.
Actually, a B movie is a low-budget commercial motion picture that is not an arthouse film. Well, I think it fits "B-Movie...". Also the title couldn't but remind me and all my friends about the DreamWorks animated movie "Bee Movie".
I promised you the song of the day that I heard in the tape. I've just learnt that the song wasn't created in 80's, it was released in 2013! Anyhow it was used in "B-Movie...", and it fitted very well. So the song is "You Need The Drugs" by Westbam Feat. Richard Butler.
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British: - I like a Russian accent!
American: - Me too! I think it's cool.
Me: - Rrrrreally? A Russian accent is awful! I don't have a true Russian accent, you wouldn't like it so.
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Some years ago I thought I was a fan of the British variant of English. You know, all those British TV shows, British YouTubers, actors, singers... Though those time I couldn't differentiate an British accent from an American or any other one properly. And my tutor started teaching me an American accent. I didn't say anything to her, but of course I was upset. Actually, her lessons about that were great, because I had to imitate American speech, I had to write down fast dictations from the first time, it all really made me become a practiced hand. And how glad I was, when I came to the university and we were taught the British pronunciation! Yey! The significant aspiration, secrets of making the sounds, British noble intonation. Even though we were taught the American grammar and both variants of the vocabulary, we all enjoyed the phonetics.
This summer, you know, I went to the USA, and to my pleasure I talked to different people for whom English is a native language: from the UK, from Ireland, from Australia and New Zealand, the USA, of course. Due to the fact that I automatically analyzed the speech as a [almost] professional linguist, I learnt to tell a British accent from an American for sure. And some weeks ago I heard a song and thought that the singer must have been Australian, so I googled him and I was right! So I can even recognize an Australian accent now, that's success for me. I'm still afraid what our phonetics teacher will tell me when she knows I visited the US, because she's totally against the American fluent colloquial pronunciation, so I hope I'll be cunning enough to hide it.
When in LA the French, the Chinese and I tried to get to the Venice Beach, and the man tried to help us, he was the first to tell at once that I was Russian. He also guessed where my attendants were from, because he said he was German himself, traveled a lot and could recognize many accents.
Last week Tatyana took me to Beat Film Festival where we watched "B-Movie: Lust & Sound in West Berlin" (should write in detail about it). The movie was incredible! Though it was totally not my style, I really enjoyed it. But! The film was a documentary, and the main text was told by the Manchester guy Mark Reeder. 92 minutes of a pure British accent made me... I'd say I could bear the British accent anymore. It was quite a shock for myself, because you know, a British accent is everything, it was the high ideal, the perfection to be reached. And PSHHH! I didn't want it anymore. And that was the point I understood I'm more of an American girl. Well, of course, if I meet a British, I won't scream into his or her face "GET OUTTA HERE I CAN'T LISTEN TO YA SPEECH". But namely I'd prefer speaking in an American one now.
I'm absolutely aware that I'll never get rid of my Russian roots, my Russian accent. We've been told that all that accent stuff is on a level of heartbeat. Of course, if a newly born Chinese baby is brought up in Brazil, it will speak Portuguese perfectly. But if you're a 19 years old girl who's been learning English for about 5 years, it seems impossible to lose your native accent. Even if I eventually move to an English-speaking or French-speaking or Italian-speaking country, I'll still have some Russian faint notes. I've already mentioned intonation, so I want you to know that intonation is really important.
In Russia we don't have so different Russian accents. We usually speak about dialects which yes can differ pretty much. If you're good enough, you can tell someone living in Moscow from someone living in Archangel and someone living in the Russian Far East. My Russian teacher at school once said that people in the Russian Far East speak the purest Russian, because this part of our huge country had been populated by people from various Russian regions, so their dialects disappeared and the pure language remained.
So as a conclusion, I can identify, produce and tell many things about a British and an American accents; every now and then I can differ an Australian accent, but I don't know theoretically how Aussies make their signature sounds; I can tell nothing about a New Zealand accent, though I heard people speak it; I'll never lose my Russian accent.
Oy! I've turned nineteen! Actually I don't know how to feel about this age, because you know, 18 - you're fully adult in Russia, 20 is such a beautiful jubilee, 21 - you're fully adult everywhere (legal drinks!!). But 19, what the hell is 19? Well, to say the least, it's the last year of being a "teen", and I definitely don't feel like a teen. Of course, lots of my problems, my diffidence, my 'beloved' seasonal depressions are so typically teenage things. But I don't want to act like a teenager! I study at university, I have a job, I'm a part of a big student organisation, I travel the world by myself! I freak out every time Cherry Lady says: "What do they want from us? We're basically still children!" What the hell are you talking about? Woman, you're nearly 20, get your shit together! Thankfully, my parents haven't treated me as a kid since I was like 14, and somehow I managed to be independent enough (or at least I think so). I'm not talking about money, I still rely on my parents financially very much (though I try to help myself as you know), but talking about life as it is, I think I'm doing pretty well.
All in all, I don't have much of an opinion about the age of 19. Being a pretty receptive person, I'm used to think of different ages by the way they are shown in culture. For example, I know many popular songs about 17 ("Well, she was just seventeen, you know what I mean...", "Only seventeen, but she walks the street so mean..."). 21 is the point you're not underage anymore. I really like the movie "21 And Over", so hilarious! But what about 18? 19? I'm sure there are many songs about that, but I can't recall anything from my music knowledge. I did a little research to find something lovely about being 19. Indeed I found some good songs, but the most famous person was Billy Ray Cyrus. Well, Mr. Cyrus' song isn't about being nineteen though, but I like it. Ah yeah, there was also a song by The Rolling Stones. But the fine thing is that I found some really nice new stuff. So here's "Seventeen" by Billy Ray and another one I really liked - "Not Nineteen Forever" by The Courteeners straight away.
And now it's time to describe my super party! This year I decide to arrange a house party, 'cause it's def cheaper, but it's more dangerous because don't forget we live in the dormitories where alcohol is forbidden. But we're usually lucky to but some liquor and carry it through in our backpacks without being checked. This time we were kissed by God himself, because when we bought the last batch of beverages on my BDay's eve, right after we carried everything through, the security started checking everybody's bags. HOW LUCKY WE WERE! Because I carried tequila, vodka and bourbon in my backpack, and it would be incredibly disappointing to lose it all. To put it mildly. All in all we had two bottles of wine, two bottles of vodka, a bottle of Olmeca Blanco and also a bottle of Jim Beam. Yeah, there ain't no my birthday party if there ain't no tequila! You might think "If you had so much alcohol, you must have had many friends there". Hah. 5. There were only 5 of us. Must have been 7, but my groupmate came down with a sickness, so she and her boyfriend couldn't join us. To my surprise we skipped wine (though we opened one bottle) and started right with Jim Beam, everyone! Only Anton, our group leader, drank the whisky purely, the rest of us mixed it with Coke, it was kinda our long drink. Then it was the turn of vodka, we mixed it with Schweppes, but took it as shots. And so when tequila came, Anton forbade us to mix it with anything, so we all drank tequila purely, but with salt and lemon (I forgot to but lime in town, and there weren't limes in our campus' shop). It was the first time Tatyana tried tequila, and she liked it. Actually, everybody liked everything. We played forfeits, danced, had so much fun! Cherry Lady, who had been responsible for food, worried if the guests would like what she cooked, but everything was delicious. All guests and I enjoyed the party so much! We all were pleased by the company of ours. A little trouble appeared when we went out, but I hope everything'll end up well. And if you want to jump in the atmosphere of that night, turn on "SexyBack" by Justin Timberlake, the second album by "Run the Jewels" and Rachmaninoff.
One of the forfeit was to become an extravagant photographer and create a cool photo. Cherry Lady picked out this one, and the photos came out pretty dramatic indeed.
I also couldn't miss taking some selfies. I learn not to be a fool :D
The whole squad: Cherry Lady at the bottom (only her eyes mostly),
Tatyana on the right, Anton on the left, me in the pose of queen
and Cherry Lady's boyfriend Andrew in the background .
Being selfish, I really like my face here. Cat eyeliner's so on point!
And look at Anton! If I'm a tequila lady, he's absolutely a whisky man.
In the end we found ourselves sitting at the beach, discussing things, making the conclusion that my party came off so well.
There're gonna be two songs of the day. The first one is "Acquainted" by The Weeknd. I used a line from it as the title. Originally there was a song called "Girls Born In The 90's", but it was leaked, so the Weeknd decided to rerecord the song with different lyrics, but he left a part from that original track in quite new "Acquainted". The girls born in the 90's are dangerous because many power girls who are highly famous nowadays were born in the 90's indeed: Ariana Grande, many models like Kendal Jenner, Gigi Hadid and others... Me, in the end of it all! It's our time now, girls! We're in our prime, time to work shit up and rule the world! 'Cause "you're from the 70's, but I'm a 90's bitch!"
Baby you're no good
Cause they warned me bout your type girl
I've been ducking left and right
Baby you're no good
Think I fell for you, I fell for you, I fell for you
You got me puttin' time in, time in
Nobody got me feeling this way
You probably think I'm lying, lying
I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way
You got me touchin' on your body
You got me touchin' on your body
To say that we're in love is dangerous
But girl I'm so glad we're acquainted
I get you touchin' on your body
I get you touchin' on your body
I know I'd rather be complacent
But girl I'm so glad we're acquainted
Baby you're no good
All my niggas think I'm crazy cause I'm thinkin' 'bout us lately
But really if I could
I'd forget about you, 'get about you, 'get about you
You got me puttin' time in, time in
Nobody got me feeling this way
You probably think I'm lying, lying
I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way
You got me touchin' on your body
You got me touchin' on your body
To say that we're in love is dangerous
But girl I'm so glad we're acquainted
I get you touchin' on your body
I get you touchin' on your body
I know I'd rather be complacent
But girl I'm so glad we're acquainted, we're acquainted
Momma caught me cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin'
I won't find somebody that's real (she wants somebody that's real)
Cause every time I try to, try to, try to run
The fast life keeps gaining on me, shit
But ever since I met you
I couldn't believe what you did
So comfort me babe, ain't no rush from me babe
I keep on touchin' on your body
I keep on touchin' on your body
To say that we're in love is dangerous
But girl I'm so glad we're acquainted
I got you touchin' on your body
I got you touchin' on your body
I know I'd rather be complacent
But girl I'm so glad we're acquainted, we're acquainted
I'm not trying to talk at all
Cause I'm trying to love you crazy
Put some more inside your cup
And drink till you numb the pain
I got you touchin' on your body
These girls keep touchin' on their body
They got accustomed to the life we live
These girls born in the 90's are dangerous
I got 'em thinkin' that they want me
Although they know they not the only
I got 'em wanting to embrace their sins
These girls born in the 90's are dangerous
Another song is "Girls Your Age" by Transviolet. The song has interesting story, check it out here. The song's so my style, and the lyrics is on point.
17 runnin from innocence, like it's a lion
Nipping at my heels, but I'm young so I out run 'em
Jailbait baby hunting men in their 20's
Cupid's shooting arrows, but I'm cold so I outgun 'em
Bad boy talking fast, talking dirty
He tells me that I'm hot, so I tell him that I love him
And he says girls your age,
Never mean what they say
I've got a renegade heart,
And it's screaming his name
But then it beats like
You've got time to kill baby
Don't go jump the gun
Live fast while you're young honey
Don't go chasing love, chasing love
21 thrown back revelry, like it's morphine
Thought I knew what I wanted, I never saw you coming
Black suit, looking sharp with your dark eyes
He loves my imperfections, so I tell him that I love him
Bad boy talking fast, talking dirty
He tells me that I'm hot, so I tell him that I love him
This post isn't what I usually do, and I'd never create one if I didn't have a bunch of non-Russian friends.
I remember a dialogue between me and one American guy back in LA. We discussed Russian music, he wondered how Russian rap sounded. I said I couldn't reproduce a sample, because I don't like Russian music. And that guy was like "What? What about Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninoff?" I was pleased with such a reply, because indeed Russian classics are everything, and I really enjoy Tchaikovsky, and also Mussorgsky is the man. But those noble men lived and created many years ago; what about now? Not so long ago I talked to the Australian about the music of the 60's-70's, and I mentioned one Russian singer of the 20th century I like, he's name Muslim Magomaev. He had an incredible opera voice, his songs were and still are hits. I sent one of my fave songs to the Australian, but he never reacted to me about that. But still 60'-70's are the decades back in the twentieth century.
Nowadays Russian pop music makes me sad. Russian not-only-pop music doesn't bring me lighter mood either. Most of the songs are vulgar and worthless, the lyrics have no meaning, the melodies are catchy, but not beautiful. Still! there are a handful of songs that caught my attention. Most of them are slow, low-key tracks with a bit doleful lyrics - everything I like, isn't it? I'd like to share them with you, even though non-Russian speakers won't understand a thing. In such cases I say to myself: "Everything is about love!" It's not a ranked list, just in the order I recall the songs.
The first one is going to be the song by a Ukrainian band, actually. The band's called "Boombox", the song's title is "Ta 4to" [Ta Chto], it roughly translates as "the girl that..." For example, the first line is "The girl that used to be with me, where are you now?.."
The next song is "Нева" (Neva) by the group "5'nizza" [piatniza]. Neva is a river in St. Petersburg. The song is hard to translate into English, because the authors play on words a lot, and that's exactly what I like in this song. And the melody is nice.
Another one is pretty popular in Russia. It's called "Оружие"("Weapon") by Pizza (easy). Of course, it's not about literal weapon, but love.
Let girls be here too. The next track's "Одно и то же" ("The Same Things") by the band "IOWA". The band is known to produce foolish songs (for me), but this one is really good.
This song was even once translated by me for one post, because I discussed about the religion a little bit, and the track has the same title "Религия" ("Religion") by Eva Bushmina. Again it's not about the religion, but about love so powerful, so it can be compared to it. There were some arguments about such title and attitude in the society, but I like the idea of the song.
What else? Hmm... I don't have much to say about this track, I just heard it in live on TV and liked it. "Браво" ("Bravo") - "На Лунный Свет" ("To The Moonlight").
I think that's it for today. I have a couple more songs in my pocket, but I guess these 6 are enough to understand my Russian preferences. If you find something attractive, I can try and translate that for you, just let me know!
