Am I Expecting a Baby (Or Two)?
It looks like each season has its own glitch depending on the country. Spring comes to Beijing with sandstorms, while in Izhevsk it starts with a mishmash of snow and water under our feet. It has just occurred to me that “sandstorms” happen in Izhevsk too. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happens to the sand that was strewn over some roads during winter before street-flushing machines wash it away in spring. However, poplar tree seed fluff is even worse. Luckily, I am not allergic to it, but still it is very annoying when you get it in your eye and can’t get it out.
Apparently, poplar trees were planted in every city all over the country. It is known that male poplar trees don’t give (fluffy!) seeds, but at the time when the trees were being planted nobody gave a toss about whether they were male or female. It wasn’t until the trees started to seed abundantly that the mistake was understood. Now, every June you will see white fluffy balls that roll along our city roads.
Trudi, Nastya is well but she is not toiling away at your phrasal verb challenge. The matter is that I already know these very verbs, their meanings and how they are used in a sentence. The challenge for me now is to use them all in one blog somehow. I need some inspiration. Alternatively, you could give me some other (perhaps more difficult) phrasal verbs.
Trudi, how do you know about this legend about Ivan the Terrible and the architect of St. Basil’s Cathedral? It’s true that according to the legend the architect was blinded so that he couldn’t build anything like St. Basil’s Cathedral anymore. However, there is still uncertainty as to who exactly was the architect. As one of the theories suggests, he was a Russian man called Postnik Yakovlev, but he couldn’t have been blinded as he designed the Kazan Cathedral later. Anyway, even if Ivan the Terrible did blind the architect, I am sure that he didn’t do it because he wanted to spite Britain (or any other country), but because he was a kind of a mentally unstable patriot.
Did you cry when you were a baby? I didn’t. I am sure. I was perfect as a baby, as a toddler, as a teenager. Guess what? I am still perfect. I never had any problems at school or university, and my parents never had to worry about where and with whom their daughter was. Six years after I was born, my parents decided that they wanted another wonderful child. But the “wonderful child” never came, instead my brother appeared. He had problems at school and now he has been having problems at university. Why am I telling you this? OK. Another example, a friend of mine (see photo) was looking forward to becoming a mother. She had this nice dream in which her baby sleeps peacefully between her husband and herself. In reality, as soon as the baby was born, they stopped sleeping completely because Sasha (the baby) is always crying and is virtually never asleep. You never know what your baby will be like, do you? And what if your doctor says that you are expecting twins!? Actually, twins aren’t bad, at least you can have two babies in one go and they can always play with each other. Anyway, I’d better stop right here. I will answer the question in the title at the end of this week. Thank you, Trudi, for such a good horoscope; by the way, it was you who made me bring up the baby topic.
Talk to you soon,
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