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June 28th, 2012

On the 1st of July Mollie’s Irish Pub, the oldest Irish pub in the city, celebrates it’s 18th anniversary.

Few wars ended, Yeltsin, Brodsky, Nikulin died, the third millennium came, new hopes were born, black president was elected for the first time, Pluto has lost the status of the planet, social networking services were originated, a very expensive Large Hadron Collider was engineered

While The Oldest Irish Mollie’s Pub is alive in it’s original form!!! Let’s celebrate the 18th anniversary of Mollie’s Pub adultly!

Address Rubinstein st, 36, Saint Petersburg, RU

12 Mollie’s Pubs in Saint-Petersburg


March 3rd, 2012

Originally posted by hiphopheather76 at My Thoughts for the coming Russian elections and for a New Russia..featuring Thomas Jefferson
Prudence ... will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness
THOMAS JEFFERSON, United States Declaration of Independence, 1776

Hello everyone,
The Day of Silence in Russia is over, and it is the Day of Elections. By the time I wake up here in America, it will be evening in Moscow and the elections will be close to completion. I wish everyone throughout Russia to exercise their right to vote, to not be afraid to vote for the one who will work in THEIR best interests-to not be afraid of "repercussions" of voting for the one who wishes to change Russia for the better, the one who wants to see the PEOPLE succeed and live lives much fuller and richer than they live now. Russia, you have been crying these past few months for CHANGE, for an end to coercion by authorities, for an end to living as servants of your government. Well people, NOW is your chance to vote for the change you want..change is in your hands; use your right to vote, vote for the candidate whose program mandates change, and do NOT be afraid of change for the better. This highly unique day in Russia's history made me think of this 250 year old Thomas Jefferson quote from above. Just as America was in the midst of a new government change (which turned out to be for the BETTER) Russia is having her moment of change now provided that YOU the Russian people mandate it. Two choices lie before you, dear Russia: keep things "as the are" right now, with most of you crying for change that you will not get under your current prime minister, or vote for change which will be for YOUR success and financial well-being. No matter what, I wish you, my Russian friends, all the best in elections tomorrow. As for my own stance, Victory to Mikhail Dmitrievich!

warmest wishes for all the best,

February 26th, 2012

Hello everyone,
It is presidential election year for both Russia and America, and a little while back on my own blog I posted a joke that was emailed to me. Needless to say, this joke is not only political in nature, but it also turned out to be very popular-I received more comments and feedback about this joke more than I have on any other of my blog entries. And so by popular demand, here is the joke reposted below. Enjoy it, find some humor, and more importantly, take from it the life lesson that the choices we make today determine our tomorrows! Take care everyone :)

warmest wishes,

Heaven and Hell

While walking down the street one day a corrupt Senator was tragically
hit by a car and died.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems
there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, so
we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," said the Senator.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do
is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose
where to spend eternity."
"Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," said the
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules," St. Peter replied.
And with that, St. Peter escorted him to the elevator and he goes down,
down,down to hell.
The doors opened and he found himself in the middle of a green golf
course. In the distance was a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his
friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him,
shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich
at the expense of the people. They played a friendly game of golf and then dined on lobster, caviar, and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who is a very friendly guy having a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realized, it was time to go.
Everyone gave him a hearty farewell and waved while the elevator rose.
The elevator went up, up, up and the door reopened in heaven where St.
Peter was waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven." St. Peter said.
So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls
moving from cloud to cloud, playing their harps and singing. They have a
good time and, before he realized it, the 24 hours had gone by and St. Peter
"Well then Mr. Senator, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now, choose your eternity."

The Senator reflected for a minute, then he answered: "Well, I would never
have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I
would be better off in hell."

So St. Peter escorted him to the elevator and he went down, down, down to
Now the doors of the elevator opened and the Senator found himself in the middle of a barren
land covered with waste and garbage. He saw all his friends, dressed in
rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags, as more trash fell
from above.

The devil came over to him and put his arm around the Senator's shoulders.

"I-I don't understand!" stammered the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and
there was a beautiful golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank
champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland
full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"

The devil smiled at him and said,

"Yesterday we were campaigning, Today, you voted."

February 19th, 2012

Good afternoon everyone,
Yesterday was the memorial/funeral to commemorate the passing of one of America's musical icons, Whitney Houston. Growing up, I was a prety big fan of hers, having liked quite a few of her songs. Sometimes it's so hard to believe that a celebrity you grow up watching or listening to is an actual human being who can be taken away from us at any moment! Whitney, just like the late Michael Jackson, were two such musical icons whom I still cannot believe are gone-we are only left with their music, and they can never in this lifetime produce any new music. Anyway, in memory of Whitney Houston, here's one of my all-time favorite songs of hers, one which she sang when she starred with Kevin Costner in the movie The Bodyguard. Enjoy and take care. Warmest wishes,

June 23rd, 2009

Anna (Gorenko) Akhmatova one of the greatest russian-soviet poetresses. She was born in 1889 most of her childhood lived in Tsarskoe selo, a place where Pushkin studied in gimnasium. Every summer she lived in Sevastopol (now territory of Ukraine). She started to write poems in her early childhood. Since her father completely disapproved this activity she took a pseudonim - Akhmatova. Her life was very tragic as of many people of revolution. She lived through her husband's and son's arrests, deaths of her friends, lost of the right to publish poems. Her poem Requiem published only in 1987 shows mood, suffers and lives of the whole people. Unfortunately I couldn't find this poem in English, so I'd share another "Crusifix".

Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.

This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned...?"
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry..."

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Peter sank into the stone trance...
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance.

June 22nd, 2009

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i just found a wonderful pic on my livejournal friend's blog lvoropaeva Thought you would love it just the way I did)))

May 25th, 2009

Mikhail Lermontov

I'd like to share one poem of one of the greatest russian poets. This poem was devoted to Pushkin - another great russian poet - after his death on the duel.

The Bard is killed! The honor's striver
Fell, slandered by a gossip's dread,
With lead in breast and vengeful fire,
Drooped with his ever-proud head.
The Poet's soul did not bear
The shameful hurts of low breed,
He fought against the worldly  "faire,"
Alone as always, ... and is killed!
He's killed! What for are late orations
Of useless praise; and weeps and moans,
And gibberish of explanations? --
The fate had brought her verdict on!
Had not you first so hard maltreated
His free and brave poetic gift,
And, for your pleasure, fanned and fitted
The fire that in ashes drifts?
You may be happy ...  Those tortures
Had broken his strength, at last:
Like light, had failed the genius gorgeous;
The sumptuous wreath had weathered fast.

His murderer, without mercy,
Betook his aim and bloody chance,
His empty heart is calm and healthy,
The pistol did not tremble once.
And what is wonder? ... From a distance,
By road of manifold exiles,
He came to us, by fatal instance,
To catch his fortune, rank and price.
Detested he the alien lands
Traditions, language and discussions;
He couldn't spare The Fame of Russians
And fathom -- till last instant rushes --
What a disaster grips his hand! ...

And he is killed, and leaves from here,
As that young Bard, mysterious but dear,
The prey of vengeance, deaf and bland,
Who sang he of, so lyric and sincere,
Who too was put to death by similar a hand.

And why, from peaceful times and simple-hearted fellows,
He entered this high life, so stiff and so jealous
Of freedom-loving heart and passions full of flame?
Why did he give his hand to slanders, mean and worthless
Why trusted their words and their oaths, godless,
He, who from youth had caught the mankind's frame?

And then his wreath, a crown of sloe,
Woven with bays, they put on Poet's head;
     The thorns, that secretly were grown,
     Were stinging famous brow, yet.
His life's fast end was poisoned with a gurgle
And faithless whisper of the mocking fops,
And died he with burning thrust for struggle,
With hid vexation for his cheated hopes.
    The charming lyre is now silent,
    It will be never heard by us:
    The bard's abode is grim and tightened,
    And seal is placed on his mouth.

And you, oh, vainglory decedents
Of famous fathers, so mean and base,
Who've trod with ushers' feet the remnants
Of clans, offended by the fortune's plays!
In greedy crowd standing by the throne,
The foes of Freedom, Genius, and Repute --
    You're hid in shadow of a law-stone,
    For you, and truth and justice must be mute! ...

But there is Court of God, you, evil manifold! --
    The terrible court: it waits;
    It's not reached by a ring of gold,
It knows, in advance, all thoughts' and actions' weights.
Then you, in vain, will try to bring your evil voice on:
    It will not help you to be right,
And you will not wash of with all your bloody poison,
    The Poet's righteous blood!

May 24th, 2009

Good afternoon everyone!

 I would like to take this time to wish everyone, whether they be my fellow Americans or all other families in the world (who has lost a son/daughter to army combat in the past or present) a peaceful and reflective Memorial Day tomorrow. While the nature of Memorial Day is a sad one to mourn the loss of our loved ones who gave their lives for our freedoms, it is also a day (usually a holiday in America with the closing of banks and businesses) for us to feel pride and gratitude for the sacrifices our loved ones made in granting us our freedoms. Freedom is never "free" , folks. No matter where in the world you live, history has always shown  that if you want freedom, 9 times out of 10 you will have to fight for it when negotiations don't do the job. 
  Memorial Day was first celebrated right when The American Civil War ended-thousands upon thousands of men (on both Union and Confederate sides) died in this war, and so the first Memorial Day was celebrated on the last Monday in May, to honor these fallen men. The day consisted of the wives of the fallen soldiers spreading flower petals over their fallen husbands' graves. Memorial Day has a similar "tradition" today. Wives and children (of men/women killed in combat) visit the grave sites to put flower bouquets on the graves, and/or they go to memorials at Army cemetaries,( of course the biggest memorial wall listing the names of all the fallen soldiers is found at Arlington National Cemetary here in America) to pay their love/respect for the sacrifice that their loved ones made for their freedom.  So in saying all this, I wish all of you a peaceful and reflective Memorial Day tomorrow.

Oleg Yankovskiy


One of the greatest russian actors died last week. I wouldn't like to say anything but post fotos of him so that anybody makes sure how great Oleg Yankovskiy was. and still is.
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May 19th, 2009

Victory Day

9th of May Russia celebrates Victory Day. This is a very important holiday for us. This is the Day of Victory in War with Germans 1941-1945. Usually TV is full of movies about those hard times. This day means a lot to everyone. Unfortunately, the meaning of this time is getting vague among youth: now many young men join into nacist communities which is painful to all others, that is why we pay even more attention to the Victory Day in order to help our young men understand how agressivness based on enything even on nationalism can be devastating. Every family has grandmas and grandpas who participated in this war so many families have something like family home evening where grandparents tell  stories of their great part lives, some watch movies about war and then  go out to watch fireworks, some people go for a walk to the Victory Park (if in Moscow), there are many tanks, jets, different guns and cannons, children love to clime up those things. There is also a victory museem devoted to WW II with many panoramas and with a cinema where you can watch documentary movies, also museem has huge archives, people are still looking for their relatives they lost during this war, this archive works for finding these people or any information about them. We say this day is the day of tears and smiles.
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