Saturday, October 17, 2009

Missing Singapore


My desk in my room in Kaliningrad. I carry my family with me in my heart. The family photo was taken in February, 2009, when my sister Li Meng married her beau, Edward.


What is Robbie doing in Kaliningrad?


My close friend Huiwen drives the same model in Singapore. But she is not in the car, it is a Russian plate.


When you live abroad all on your own, it is easy to find something familiar that will link to what you have left behind at home, your loved ones, your friends, your colleagues, your memories. In time when loneliness starts to creep in, it is good even just to look at their pictures, especially the two little nephews, Robbie and Reuben.

It is a quiet day in Kaliningrad, sun shinning bright.

Russian Way of Life:8 (Love Locks)

"Zoya + Baciya = Love"
"左雅 + 瓦西亚 = 爱情"


Running through the heart of Kaliningrad city, the silvery Pregol River witnessed many newly-weds who left their uniquely designed padlocks at the bridges near Fishermen's Village,as a testimony to their new life ahead.

波光粼粼的普列戈利亚是加里宁格勒新婚夫妻的见证。他们将特别设计的爱情锁牢牢的锁在桥上,与日月同欢,与天地同乐


Love conquers all. Really?
热情洋溢的宣言:爱情战胜一切!


They are going to celebrate their first year anniversary?
一年快过去了,风雨无情,“爱情枷锁”仍然历久弥新,希望他们热恋依旧。


Sergey and Irina were married two weeks ago when the picture was taken. Congrats!
新婚的伊丽娜和谢尔盖,祝福你们!



Marriage could either bring happiness or ruin your life.
俄罗斯人也如是说婚姻: 它可能带来幸福,也可能毁了你的人生。
Говорят русские, что брак (замужество) может сделать человека счастливым, а может испортить жизнь. Что Вы думаете?


Viewing the tranquil Pregol River from heights.

Russian Way of Life:7 (Growing Up)


My host family. The beautiful boy Alexander or Sasha is only 14 years old but standing at 190 cm, plays piano, enjoys reading Harry Potter (in Russian of course) and lately likes rock-climbing.


As a friendly gesture, he said I could have any of his stamp collection.


In return, I have some souvenirs for him from Singapore, including three books from Harry Potter's series in English.


He is hiting the lamp in his room.


Sasha's room with his series of Russian ghost stories and family portrait.

Doll-like Sasha with his father when he was little.

A taste of Russian violence. Sasha was attacked by his little friend with both hands and see what her tiny face had turned into. Sasha's mother was laughing hysterically in the picture and failed to rescue her angelic son from the clutches of the red devil.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Russian Folk Music : 1 (Lydia Andreyevna Ruslanova)







Today my teacher, Nikolai Konstantinovich Gorlov brought me a song book commemorating Lydia Andreyevna Ruslanova (Лидия Андреевна Русланова), one of the greatest performers of Russian folk songs. One of my favourite song "Charming Eyes" was sung by her, hence my teacher promised to find the score and lyrics, and he did! And who will forget "Katchusha" that was written especially for her during war-time Russia! (Katchusha is also the Chinese name of my blog which means Katchusha's Diary.)

Published in 1973, in the year that she died, the long introduction at the beginning of the book gave us a glimpse of the rough time she had as a child and how early misery in life, led her into singing. But her life even unfolded into greater drama...and she sang until the day she died.

"The first real song that I heard was that from crying-- when my father was conscripted to the war, my grandmother was tied to the cart and wailed." (Lydia Andreyevna Ruslanova)

Sources on the internet weave into such a personal portrait of her:


She was born in Chernavka in 1900 near Saratov, into a peasant family, her parents both died by the time she was five—her father was killed in the war in the Russo-Japanese war and her mother died soon after—so she spent most of her childhood in an orphanage.She began singing when she joined the local parish children's choir, and she soon became a soloist.

Ruslanova gave her first concert at the age of 16, to a military audience, where she sang everything she knew. She first started singing for Russian soldiers during the Russian Civil War, and debuted as a professional singer in 1923. She was noted for her peculiar singing voice and timbre, which was a revival of old traditions in which female soloists would perform on festive occasions.
Stamp of Russia devoted to Lidiya Ruslanova, 1999, 2 rub. (Michel 759, Scott 6545)

During the 1930s, Ruslanova became extremely popular. She became an artist of the state association of musical, variety and circus enterprises in 1933, and performed all over Russia throughout the rest of the decade. When second World War broke out, she ceaselessly toured from one front to another, helping to boost the soldiers' courage with her patriotic songs. Her signature songs were Venlenki and Katyusha, written specially for her.

Ruslanova became one of the richest woman in Soviet Russia and even financed the construction of two Katyusha batteries, which she presented to the Red Army in 1942. That same year, she was made an Artist of Honour of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic. Her rough manners and racy language appealed to the soldiers to such a point that she came to be regarded as a potential threat to the Soviet authorities. In 1948, due to association with Georgy Zhukov, a marshall, who was a strong political opponent of Stalin, Ruslanova's husband General Vladimir Kryuchkov was arrested and Ruslanova followed two years later. Ruslanova was forced to sign a declaration that her husband was guilty of treason, but refused so sentenced to 10 years of camp labour.

In the gulag she was dispatched to, Ruslanova became a star lionized by inmates and administration alike. Therefore, she was moved to a prison cell. Following Stalin's death, she was released on 4 August 1953; she was thin, gray, and had difficulty walking. However, she returned to singing almost immediately. Her spell in prison was unmentioned in the press, until decades after. Although awards and titles bypassed her, Ruslanova presided over the first All-Soviet Festival of Soviet Songs, together with Leonid Utyosov, Mark Bernes, Klavdiya Shuzhenko. She went on singing right up until her death in 1973, at the age of 72.

If you are interested, you could listen or watch these clips:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNhmFwgeFG4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzADrNmwYI0&feature=related

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Weather in KGD:1 (Plus Four degree celcius)



Photos from my friend's camera, see what the forces of nature is capable of. But the lonesome cat is not in the least disturbed.


A view from my window, unlike willowy-like people on the streets, the brightly coloured supermarket stood strong in the ghostly weather.

Weather for Russian Federation, Province of Kaliningrad, Kaliningrad
4°C | °F
Current: Rain
Wind: N at 43 km/h
Humidity: 100%
Wed
Rain
4°C | -1°C
Thu
Chance of Snow
4°C | -1°C
Fri
Cloudy
4°C | 0°C
Sat
Chance of Rain
5°C | -3°C


At 10.45am, just a moment before my I snatched my gloves and cap and leave home for lessons, my landlord at work called me up and asked me to give up the idea of going for class, or even step out of the flat for that matter. And I already heard whistling of the wind from our double-layered windows.

People in Kaliningrad will often stay home if the weather gets too nasty. However I was adamant of going and said that I will be careful on my way there. The central heating system was still not on yesterday, I was freezing in the classroom with my gloves on. Hopefully it will be on today.

Thus I went out and braving the strong wind, and safely tucked myself in the warmth of the speedy mini-bus. It whisked off in high speed and reached my university within ten minutes.

Thank God, the heating system is belatedly on today!!! For the past two weeks, my Russian teacher had been kind enough to borrow a mini mobile heater to face right in front of me on the desk when it became too cold. However, the owner of the heater, a matronly-built teacher would march in to get it back when she needed it for her own lessons. Imagine scribbling notes on my exercise book with my leather gloves on...

Yesterday was 10 degree celcius, today it dropped to 4. It was incorrectly forecasted to snow today, it rained and is still raining and very very windy. While having lessons, dried leaves from the roof of the second floor swirled around outside my classroom window on the third floor. And they went higher and higher. We also heard sporadic banging noise, only to conclude that it is the sound of the wind, wreaking havoc on the school building and the scaffolding surrounding some parts of the building. The wind speed is 43km/hour.

After three and a half hour, my usually short walk to the bus-stop across the street proved to be too challenging. My umbrella was too fragile, and almost crushed within my first ten steps on the street, so I decided to walk in the rain like many others to avoid being blown away with the poor umbrella. The metal bus-stop sign pole was not very stable either, swinging slightly in the wind. Ten minutes went by and no mini-buses in view, and a couple of them was fully seated and no more vacancies.

I observed the faces of the people on the streets, they looked grim and resigned somehow. But I was lucky this morning when a young man was polite enough to let me get up the mini-bus first, only to realise he himself had to wait for another one in the cold autumn wind.

I never loved mini buses so much until I was rescued from this deadly windy weather. It was so warm and cosy for a good fifteen minutes until I had to throw myself again into the wind. My apartment is so near yet so far. I saw people on the streets running home without the umbrella and I followed suit, but first detour to the supermarket.

I finally made it home, holding my packed hot noodles and apple pie on one hand, and my heavily injured umbrella on the other; and struggling to fish for my keys in the bag. All I need in the world now is just a cup of good hot English tea.

Welcome to Kaliningrad!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Gastronomic Diary: 8 (My Asian Kitchen)


Stir-fry pork with red pepper and broccolli, tomato soup and egg and mushroom. A simple Chinese meal.



Russians like preserved fish too. I chopped them into bits and fried it the Chinese way, as what you see in this Hong-Kong style fried rice with choice of diced chicken or pork.


Soup prepared the Chinese way with pork ribs, onions, potatoes and carrots, complete with marinated chicken wings and sausage. Leafy vegetables are rare here, hence cucumbers became the evergreen in my diet.


I love to fry tomatoes with eggs, but I did it wrongly, the tomatoes should be in bigger pieces.


Frozen prawns only in my part of Kaliningrad, didn't taste that bad afterall!

A little garnishing will always do wonders!

I could live anywhere in the world as I could turn anywehre into my Asian Kitchen.

Russian Way of Life:6 (Be With Me)





Young father and toddler sharing some fun with pigeons on a Saturday afternoon.