Notes of the Colorado Cockroach. I am strange in strange Russia
Hello, all-all-all, hello, as always, out of spite and in spite of. As I promised, I again rolled to you, and, as I was able to devote more time to it than the last time, then, in accordance with earlier promises, I’ll tell you in detail and feel free to tell about my road impressions.
Made a discovery for myself. Such a seemingly useful thing as a "blah blah car", croaked finally and irrevocably. Completely Only “blah” remained, or rather, not “blah” at all, but I think you understood that.
If it were not for the help of friends whose acquaintances went to Russia, given the not very good (it’s full, there are no tickets in the direction of Kharkov) the situation with the tickets on the railway ...
Yes, by the way, I would like to separately tell about Ukrzaliznytsia. Here some people said in the articles that our trains are empty. Maybe so. Where to find them, these empty trains? I agree that from Moscow in the direction of Chisinau or Krivoy Rog, he can leave empty. But then they will fill it in full. The carriages are not added, there are fewer trains, and the people still want to move.
So far, of course, not so, but we are confidently moving in this direction.
And so it happened that it was difficult for me to get to Kharkov, and I decided to risk this “car”. Yeah, I took a chance. All that is written on the Internet is a brazen lie. No one for the 30-40-50 hryvnia no luck. In order to get from Kiev to Belgorod or to the crossing, all the talk about “face that muzzle” starts from UAH 450-500.
Well, "zero" forgets people to finish writing. And so you want to prick so much - what's on the face, what's on the brazen hunt face.
Kharkiv is already easier, but there buses and minibuses bring down prices a bit, 180-200 hryvnia is fighting. Oh, take, in a sense.
But there were quite decent organisms with which I crossed the border on the night of December 14.
What can be said about the situation on the border in a country where the Interim Government is declared? And nothing. Full impression that the orders to the border guards have not yet reached. We all passed like caravels on green waves, nobody bothered us or bothered us.
Well, on the Russian side in general, everything is simple. So much so that in the second minute you realize that these are not afraid of anything. Neither me with my well-hidden sausage, nor martial law on the territory of my neighbor.
And I also dragged me along with myself ... In short, the complete set. Why, no one was interested in me or the load. In general, not martial law, but some kind of complete garbage is obtained.
My first visit, shall we say, left me almost indifferent. Too little time, too many emotions. But now it was possible to think about what he saw. And to look. Although I confess, I was overwhelmed by these very emotions right after Belgorod, and I woke up already in Voronezh.
In general, waking up in a completely unfamiliar city is not the best thing. And besides, a little bit not where planned. In general, they simply forgot to wake me to my companions, I behaved myself too quietly. So I found myself in the center of this very city with all that it implies.
In general, imagine the feeling? City, located quite far from the border. I have an address on the border map, but how would I understand that I am quite far from it. There is no Ukrainian embassy. There is no parachute (and thank God). True, there is no desire to shout “Glory to Ukraine!” Either. In general, so nervous.
You know, honestly, I did not expect it. Such an office ... No, well, it is clear that you have United Russia - that's all, but not as much ... You have to be more modest, as for me.
Started trying to call. And the vibe does not answer, my meetingman, as it were, does not wait yet. And with the call it didn’t work out at all, my Kyivstar for some reason did not switch to your VimpelCom, and that’s all. It is clear that the machinations of "VimpelCom", but you have it fine, is not it?
By the way, local taxi drivers - the very friendliness. They gave the phone, they were even ready to take me where I would say, inexpensively, with payment there ... where the rubles would be. No, well, actually, they could take the hryvnia. Freshly painted, beautiful. It was not so much that I did not know where it was “there”, but the arrival of the host party, stopped the flow of friendliness on 7 in the morning.
No, it is immediately clear that it is not Ukraine. Straight to the naked eye, even taxi drivers said that with such mug not friends are met, but ...
Well, in general, I explained that the ambush came out with the tickets, and so I arrived a little early. Well, just something for the day, so yelling?
And then, having breakfast, for breakfast is the basis of the day, and although I do not work during the day (at home), nevertheless, the body needs these ... calories. Otherwise, little bastard, does not want to function, despite the VP.
I will even say more, he needed twice as much food in the territory of the aggressor country. Apparently, some kind of program laid down in the depths of me, aimed at the extermination of the edible material values of a potential adversary, worked.
Well, I patriotically so rasstaralsya.
In general, we first wandered around the center of Voronezh, and then went to the outskirts. Because it was there that my meeting people lived. We just had to work, because I was taught the tricks of shooting and at the same time changed the shooting technique, for which we thank everyone very much.
What can one say about Voronezh at first sight? And he may well personify the whole of Russia. In a sense, illogical to ugliness. Here you go in the center, the houses are so old, well-groomed, well, candy just. And suddenly figak - sort of do not understand what a modern building.
Yes, the taste and logic of Voronezh architects is as sad as in our Rada with brains. But in the center, wherever you go, everywhere some shit will stick out from behind historical houses, sometimes frankly filthy look.
I brought one such thing for myself. He was able to answer the question that most love in Voronezh. No, not a kitten from Lizyukov Street, although he is cool, I took pictures with him in an embrace. But I will not show you, otherwise we will be attracted to us for separatism. In absentia.
In Voronezh, most of all they love to eat! Eat, eat food and just eat! Only with this can I explain such a huge number of cafes and other catering enterprises, kiosks, grocery stores and small markets, which for some reason are called fairs.
But, of course, I could not get past the main market of the city. That would be a crime.
But in the market itself I was waiting for a huge bummer in the form of a guard who firmly clung to my cell. And I became a silent witness of a delightful scene when Roman grappled with the guards, who forbade me to shoot. Or stood to the skies, with transitions and intricacies (I had to ask for some translation separately), but since we didn’t have any bosses in the market, we weren’t given any details to shoot. But not in detail ... Ha, they will not allow the cockroach to test the truth ... Right now!
But in general, the market is compared with the station in terms of the fact that this is a strategic object ... Even we have not thought of this yet. Here you are ahead of us.
In short, they know how to build markets in Russia, this cannot be taken away. Clean, beautiful, a lot of places. The goods, however, honestly say, not the first freshness. Especially in the meat ranks. It is evident that not one day lies. And this leads to certain reflections.
But if at our prices, in Kiev it would have rotted on the counter for so much. But Kiev is not Voronezh, Ukraine is not Russia, it is clear that you will be richer. You can afford such prices.
But fat is quite. Very well, then we even took a sample (not on the central market), fat from the town of Khokhol! So, even if they live in Khokhla and not quite Ukrainians, then, as a Ukrainian, I declare with full responsibility that they know a lot about fat.
In general, of course, Russia is such an ordeal for nerves for such an unprepared Ukrainian. It is so clear that the courses, other levels of wages, but look at your prices - you shudder. Divide into 2 - this is already nothing, but evil is still not enough. This is if taken as an axiom that money is evil.
Another fun local Voronezh razvlekuha. Called "paid parking in the center." It was really fun to watch the half-empty courtyards in the center begin to fill with cars in the morning. It's funny, in our morning the yards are empty, and then the opposite is filled. But here everybody can get out.
How many markets, markets and fairs are these! I just want to ask: Well, is it really that all those lazy people in Voronezh, that you need to have your own in every quarter?
Shop copyright and designer socks ... Guys, you nailed me outright!
I was also surprised that you read books. So much so that in the city center TWO huge stores can stand. With books. And this is the digital age.
One store, and the second ... there is a sign visible on this strange building, which in the city is called "Iron". But I understood the essence! If there are as many opportunities in this regard as in Voronezh, then you want it or not, but will pull on the sofa and hang on with the book. In that case, I agree.
And still surprised utilities. If you look at it that way - well, all from far southern countries or almost everything. Because in the Russian winter feel uncomfortable feel cold. And they work very slowly. Because the whole city is in the snow.
And only by noon did they crawl, that's the truth, like cockroaches. Unhurried such, oh, straight native blood!
In the evening, already on the outskirts of the city, I saw something. Directly hello from distant castles. The queue for the fish. Honestly, whether there is little fish, or very good, but the fact is obvious. Funny, is not it.
And here's another funny moment. Here you are again ahead of the rest. Even with us, I have never watched this, just have not thought of it yet. It is necessary to throw the idea. If the street is below zero (although, as you can see from the pictures, it is already higher, everything starts to melt), then it turns out to trade without refrigerators. And bargain.
I do not know about you, dear Russians, but I would not dare to buy such butter and sausage from us on a tray. You never know how many times she froze-thawed. We can work for it - mom will grieve for a very long time. It is clear that they will not be imprisoned, but for the rest of your life you will be hunchbacked to fines.
It is clear that it’s not about taking care of us, but about taking care of the budget. But anyway.
And this, apparently, of those who lost. Even local people do not know what kind of market they are dealing with, apparently, really, competitive struggle is taking place.
And for the New Year preparation is in full swing.
In general, the farther from the border, the more original everything looks. I don’t know, Belgorod - it’s not like that. And not yours, and not ours. All stranger. Nothing like that. Here is Voronezh - it is frankly funny and incomprehensible in some places. Illogical. Belgorod is like Voronezh, which was punished a lot in childhood.
There are no markets, there are no stalls at all, the streets look weird. Although light such, they do not save on lighting. But here in Kiev, the tree stands already, in Voronezh, too. And in Belgorod I decided to push a congratulatory speech, so we were told - a bummer. No more Christmas trees. They wanted to change the governor there, because there is no Christmas tree. It was not up to her.
What could be the connection between the governor and the Christmas tree ... Does he put it himself? No, you are strange after all. And illogical from the Ukrainian point of view.
Such sad ones are going to the crossing, to put me back, and suddenly - bang! - Christmas trees! Dressed up! Blink! And not one! Well, I think, casino or night club! Stopped, go out. Factory. Hardware. Oh, and humor in Belgorod ...
Evening Belgorod is very cute, but most of all it killed me that even the roads outside the city are illuminated there. Just like in Germany.
And I still recorded it. Not against the background of the New Year tree, but here Belgorod let us down. But the place is also nothing like that, opposite the museum-diorama. Tasty museum, right delicious. They also promised to bring in Prokhorovka.
So the farther we walked, the more I had a feeling that somewhere around the stomach it was forming that everything was almost the same. I will wander around Kharkov, but so are the people, and the cities, well, not exactly the same, but very similar. And mentally and externally. It seems that just a little track has gone somewhere. I have heard so much about power in two days, well, honestly, replace Putin and Medvedev with Poroshenko and Groisman - that’s what pure mathematics is. In a sense, from the rearrangement of the places of the terms ...
And so - that's all the same. Only you have these, Ravshanov, very much. We do not have so much. And the rest ... Now I have a lot of time to think about, why are we really so alike and so different?
In the meantime, I will think, I wish everyone to prepare well for the New Year. Because no matter how we meet him, we will still live!
Made a discovery for myself. Such a seemingly useful thing as a "blah blah car", croaked finally and irrevocably. Completely Only “blah” remained, or rather, not “blah” at all, but I think you understood that.
If it were not for the help of friends whose acquaintances went to Russia, given the not very good (it’s full, there are no tickets in the direction of Kharkov) the situation with the tickets on the railway ...
Yes, by the way, I would like to separately tell about Ukrzaliznytsia. Here some people said in the articles that our trains are empty. Maybe so. Where to find them, these empty trains? I agree that from Moscow in the direction of Chisinau or Krivoy Rog, he can leave empty. But then they will fill it in full. The carriages are not added, there are fewer trains, and the people still want to move.
So far, of course, not so, but we are confidently moving in this direction.
And so it happened that it was difficult for me to get to Kharkov, and I decided to risk this “car”. Yeah, I took a chance. All that is written on the Internet is a brazen lie. No one for the 30-40-50 hryvnia no luck. In order to get from Kiev to Belgorod or to the crossing, all the talk about “face that muzzle” starts from UAH 450-500.
Well, "zero" forgets people to finish writing. And so you want to prick so much - what's on the face, what's on the brazen hunt face.
Kharkiv is already easier, but there buses and minibuses bring down prices a bit, 180-200 hryvnia is fighting. Oh, take, in a sense.
But there were quite decent organisms with which I crossed the border on the night of December 14.
What can be said about the situation on the border in a country where the Interim Government is declared? And nothing. Full impression that the orders to the border guards have not yet reached. We all passed like caravels on green waves, nobody bothered us or bothered us.
Well, on the Russian side in general, everything is simple. So much so that in the second minute you realize that these are not afraid of anything. Neither me with my well-hidden sausage, nor martial law on the territory of my neighbor.
And I also dragged me along with myself ... In short, the complete set. Why, no one was interested in me or the load. In general, not martial law, but some kind of complete garbage is obtained.
My first visit, shall we say, left me almost indifferent. Too little time, too many emotions. But now it was possible to think about what he saw. And to look. Although I confess, I was overwhelmed by these very emotions right after Belgorod, and I woke up already in Voronezh.
In general, waking up in a completely unfamiliar city is not the best thing. And besides, a little bit not where planned. In general, they simply forgot to wake me to my companions, I behaved myself too quietly. So I found myself in the center of this very city with all that it implies.
In general, imagine the feeling? City, located quite far from the border. I have an address on the border map, but how would I understand that I am quite far from it. There is no Ukrainian embassy. There is no parachute (and thank God). True, there is no desire to shout “Glory to Ukraine!” Either. In general, so nervous.
You know, honestly, I did not expect it. Such an office ... No, well, it is clear that you have United Russia - that's all, but not as much ... You have to be more modest, as for me.
Started trying to call. And the vibe does not answer, my meetingman, as it were, does not wait yet. And with the call it didn’t work out at all, my Kyivstar for some reason did not switch to your VimpelCom, and that’s all. It is clear that the machinations of "VimpelCom", but you have it fine, is not it?
By the way, local taxi drivers - the very friendliness. They gave the phone, they were even ready to take me where I would say, inexpensively, with payment there ... where the rubles would be. No, well, actually, they could take the hryvnia. Freshly painted, beautiful. It was not so much that I did not know where it was “there”, but the arrival of the host party, stopped the flow of friendliness on 7 in the morning.
No, it is immediately clear that it is not Ukraine. Straight to the naked eye, even taxi drivers said that with such mug not friends are met, but ...
Well, in general, I explained that the ambush came out with the tickets, and so I arrived a little early. Well, just something for the day, so yelling?
And then, having breakfast, for breakfast is the basis of the day, and although I do not work during the day (at home), nevertheless, the body needs these ... calories. Otherwise, little bastard, does not want to function, despite the VP.
I will even say more, he needed twice as much food in the territory of the aggressor country. Apparently, some kind of program laid down in the depths of me, aimed at the extermination of the edible material values of a potential adversary, worked.
Well, I patriotically so rasstaralsya.
In general, we first wandered around the center of Voronezh, and then went to the outskirts. Because it was there that my meeting people lived. We just had to work, because I was taught the tricks of shooting and at the same time changed the shooting technique, for which we thank everyone very much.
What can one say about Voronezh at first sight? And he may well personify the whole of Russia. In a sense, illogical to ugliness. Here you go in the center, the houses are so old, well-groomed, well, candy just. And suddenly figak - sort of do not understand what a modern building.
Yes, the taste and logic of Voronezh architects is as sad as in our Rada with brains. But in the center, wherever you go, everywhere some shit will stick out from behind historical houses, sometimes frankly filthy look.
I brought one such thing for myself. He was able to answer the question that most love in Voronezh. No, not a kitten from Lizyukov Street, although he is cool, I took pictures with him in an embrace. But I will not show you, otherwise we will be attracted to us for separatism. In absentia.
In Voronezh, most of all they love to eat! Eat, eat food and just eat! Only with this can I explain such a huge number of cafes and other catering enterprises, kiosks, grocery stores and small markets, which for some reason are called fairs.
But, of course, I could not get past the main market of the city. That would be a crime.
But in the market itself I was waiting for a huge bummer in the form of a guard who firmly clung to my cell. And I became a silent witness of a delightful scene when Roman grappled with the guards, who forbade me to shoot. Or stood to the skies, with transitions and intricacies (I had to ask for some translation separately), but since we didn’t have any bosses in the market, we weren’t given any details to shoot. But not in detail ... Ha, they will not allow the cockroach to test the truth ... Right now!
But in general, the market is compared with the station in terms of the fact that this is a strategic object ... Even we have not thought of this yet. Here you are ahead of us.
In short, they know how to build markets in Russia, this cannot be taken away. Clean, beautiful, a lot of places. The goods, however, honestly say, not the first freshness. Especially in the meat ranks. It is evident that not one day lies. And this leads to certain reflections.
But if at our prices, in Kiev it would have rotted on the counter for so much. But Kiev is not Voronezh, Ukraine is not Russia, it is clear that you will be richer. You can afford such prices.
But fat is quite. Very well, then we even took a sample (not on the central market), fat from the town of Khokhol! So, even if they live in Khokhla and not quite Ukrainians, then, as a Ukrainian, I declare with full responsibility that they know a lot about fat.
In general, of course, Russia is such an ordeal for nerves for such an unprepared Ukrainian. It is so clear that the courses, other levels of wages, but look at your prices - you shudder. Divide into 2 - this is already nothing, but evil is still not enough. This is if taken as an axiom that money is evil.
Another fun local Voronezh razvlekuha. Called "paid parking in the center." It was really fun to watch the half-empty courtyards in the center begin to fill with cars in the morning. It's funny, in our morning the yards are empty, and then the opposite is filled. But here everybody can get out.
How many markets, markets and fairs are these! I just want to ask: Well, is it really that all those lazy people in Voronezh, that you need to have your own in every quarter?
Shop copyright and designer socks ... Guys, you nailed me outright!
I was also surprised that you read books. So much so that in the city center TWO huge stores can stand. With books. And this is the digital age.
One store, and the second ... there is a sign visible on this strange building, which in the city is called "Iron". But I understood the essence! If there are as many opportunities in this regard as in Voronezh, then you want it or not, but will pull on the sofa and hang on with the book. In that case, I agree.
And still surprised utilities. If you look at it that way - well, all from far southern countries or almost everything. Because in the Russian winter feel uncomfortable feel cold. And they work very slowly. Because the whole city is in the snow.
And only by noon did they crawl, that's the truth, like cockroaches. Unhurried such, oh, straight native blood!
In the evening, already on the outskirts of the city, I saw something. Directly hello from distant castles. The queue for the fish. Honestly, whether there is little fish, or very good, but the fact is obvious. Funny, is not it.
And here's another funny moment. Here you are again ahead of the rest. Even with us, I have never watched this, just have not thought of it yet. It is necessary to throw the idea. If the street is below zero (although, as you can see from the pictures, it is already higher, everything starts to melt), then it turns out to trade without refrigerators. And bargain.
I do not know about you, dear Russians, but I would not dare to buy such butter and sausage from us on a tray. You never know how many times she froze-thawed. We can work for it - mom will grieve for a very long time. It is clear that they will not be imprisoned, but for the rest of your life you will be hunchbacked to fines.
It is clear that it’s not about taking care of us, but about taking care of the budget. But anyway.
And this, apparently, of those who lost. Even local people do not know what kind of market they are dealing with, apparently, really, competitive struggle is taking place.
And for the New Year preparation is in full swing.
In general, the farther from the border, the more original everything looks. I don’t know, Belgorod - it’s not like that. And not yours, and not ours. All stranger. Nothing like that. Here is Voronezh - it is frankly funny and incomprehensible in some places. Illogical. Belgorod is like Voronezh, which was punished a lot in childhood.
There are no markets, there are no stalls at all, the streets look weird. Although light such, they do not save on lighting. But here in Kiev, the tree stands already, in Voronezh, too. And in Belgorod I decided to push a congratulatory speech, so we were told - a bummer. No more Christmas trees. They wanted to change the governor there, because there is no Christmas tree. It was not up to her.
What could be the connection between the governor and the Christmas tree ... Does he put it himself? No, you are strange after all. And illogical from the Ukrainian point of view.
Such sad ones are going to the crossing, to put me back, and suddenly - bang! - Christmas trees! Dressed up! Blink! And not one! Well, I think, casino or night club! Stopped, go out. Factory. Hardware. Oh, and humor in Belgorod ...
Evening Belgorod is very cute, but most of all it killed me that even the roads outside the city are illuminated there. Just like in Germany.
And I still recorded it. Not against the background of the New Year tree, but here Belgorod let us down. But the place is also nothing like that, opposite the museum-diorama. Tasty museum, right delicious. They also promised to bring in Prokhorovka.
So the farther we walked, the more I had a feeling that somewhere around the stomach it was forming that everything was almost the same. I will wander around Kharkov, but so are the people, and the cities, well, not exactly the same, but very similar. And mentally and externally. It seems that just a little track has gone somewhere. I have heard so much about power in two days, well, honestly, replace Putin and Medvedev with Poroshenko and Groisman - that’s what pure mathematics is. In a sense, from the rearrangement of the places of the terms ...
And so - that's all the same. Only you have these, Ravshanov, very much. We do not have so much. And the rest ... Now I have a lot of time to think about, why are we really so alike and so different?
In the meantime, I will think, I wish everyone to prepare well for the New Year. Because no matter how we meet him, we will still live!
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