River Picnic

We spent a long and glorious afternoon picnicking by the river today!

Shortly after one PM, D and I hopped on a marshrutka and headed out to Timur's place. Timur, Yulia, and daughter Alina met us at the marshrutka stop. The day was ideal: warm, slightly windy. The clouds were puffy white creatures swimming across the sky.

Our trio of friends led us on a hike along the railroad tracks, under a bridge, and through fields until we reached a green and shady spot, deserted except for a quintet of ducks perched on a log. 

It was a beautiful chance to capture more flowers of summer.

And, of course, the spread:

Let the record stand that the red wine- кагор український from Inkerman (Crimea)- is excellent. I don't care much for red wine but if that's what dessert wine tastes like, sign me up! We forgot to bring a bottle opener so nature assisted: Timur used a stick to push the cork down into the bottle. Nature also graciously provided us with an instant wine cooler (see pic on right).


At the beginning Yulia and I set out the blankets while the guys chopped branches and started a fire. Alina immediately jumped in the water and started splashing around. It wasn't until after several plates of закуски (appetizers) and several toasts that we actually begin to cook the shish kebab.

As a bonus, being around Russian speakers meant that today was a language immersion day. Yulia is probably my favorite person to talk to in Russian. She speaks quickly but very clearly and she can always explain things in a way that I understand. Some new words:
Облако = nice pretty cloud, the kind floating around at the beginning of the picnic
Туча = rain cloud, which came and sprinkled us briefly before rushing off to rain elsewhere

Jabba

Шампур = skewer for shish kebab (шашлик)

Жаба

This toad was hanging around us all day. And the word for toad is almost too good to be true: it's pronounced zhaba, almost like Jabba the Hutt! (Yeah, I know, it's more a frog than a toad... but everyone was calling it жаба.)

На кухне 5

Less time at work means more time in the kitchen : ) Most days it's still a struggle to dream up something novel to eat, but here are some recent summer successes:

carrot + garlic salad, a popular local dish

more pizza bread!

When it's not too hot to stand at the stove and make soup....

D soup + store-bought garlic bread (pampushka)

mine: Thai soup

Euro 2012 (advance) wrap up

In Ukrainian: Kharkov, we thank you! (From) Holland

The soccer fans have come and gone in Kharkov. They've left some indelible memories... especially via outrageous photos and videos!





Things worth mentioning:

Need I say more? Found this picture on vkontakte.

Another picture floating around on vkontakte. Police, meet the fans. Fans, meet the police : )

The water in the local lovers' fountain suddenly turned orange- city planning or prank, I don't know...

Two fans posing at a local photo stop.

This poor reporter... she didn't have a chance as the massive Dutch crowd marched to the stadium!

Do watch!!!!!!!

Money: 500 grivna

Do you remember the children's book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? Yeah, today was like that.
  
I went to sleep with gum in my mouth, and now there’s gum in my hair. And when I got out of bed this morning, I tripped on the skateboard, and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running. And I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I'll spare you most of the details, but it involved sleeping four hours and then operating as a zombie for the next four as the sleeping pill wore off. It involved working. On a Sunday. It involved a rushed and awkward encounter with the neighbors. And three, no, four separate and unsuccessful attempts to find a working xerox machine before class started. And the school mixing up my schedule and my boss lighting firecrackers in the office and me being late for the first class and walking into a classroom of new students on the wrong foot. And a fight with D to top it all off : (

But at least this showed up in my pay envelope at the end of the day: 500 grivna, or about $62 USD.

Сковорода means frying pan in Russian

This man's name is Григорий Сковорода, or Grigory Frying Pan. Oops, I mean Grigory Skovoroda. He was a Ukrainian philosopher, composer, and traveling poet of the 1700s, back when Ukraine was part of the Russian Empire.

Skovoroda was born in the same region as one of my favorite present-day Ukrainian artists and absolute favorite drag character: Verka Serduchka. One day this performer will get his own entry on my blog but not today, for today is Skovoroda's day.

Sorry, Verka Serduchka and entourage, we'll come back to you later. I wonder what a man from the 18th century would have thought of you.

According to Wikipedia, after years of wandering the country and thinking deep thoughts, Skovoroda dug his own grave and arranged for the tombstone to read The world tried to catch me, but didn't succeed.

Fresh apricots

Stopped at the neighborhood market today. This is what 150 grivna ($18.50) of seasonal produce looks like. The out-of-season stuff will cost you and an arm and a leg though. By the way, this is the first time in my life that I've ever eaten a fresh apricot!

Kyivska Metro and the Zhuravlevsky hydropark

We hit the streets this afternoon to escape the oppressive heat of the apartment. First we fled to the metro, to the coolness of the underground, and there we chose a new destination at random. Then I realized that we've explored quite a few metro stops already- what will happen when we've explored them all?
If we get a prize, cool!
But maybe it'll mean it's time to move on?... {sad sigh}

Kyivska was one of the remaining unexplored stops. It's one stop past the cosmopolitan Pushkinska so I thought it might have the same bustling city feel of Pushkinska but no, it's more suburban. Private homes are tucked behind high walls or face the street with windows of lace curtains and old newspapers. The area must feed a lot of its residents; we passed ripening apples, apricots, grapes, and walnuts. (Chestnuts too, but D says that people here don't eat them.) And the flowers, the flowers!

These two churches just begged to be captured on camera.

What to do if you get a shakedown from the police

Hmmmm..... On the off chance that this should happen to you, here's what to do:

On this bridge in the Zhuravlevsky hydropark...

...we saw this sign.

Attention vacationers! 
In case of extortion from police employees, write down all information of the extortionist: first/middle/last name, rank, place of employment, car number and other details. Record the extortion with a mobile phone and report everything to the following trusted phone number (Kharkov Police Internal Affairs) and (The Center for Human Rights).

Nothing like a little blackmail while you're relaxing on the river bank!