An Affair In Red Square

Another eventful week in Moscow. Last Monday we attended a phenomenal performance of a Moiseyev ballet. Moiseyev is one of the most famous ballet choreographers of Russia. It was a bit haunting to see this performance. The costumes were stunning. This experience brought me back to one of my earliest memories of seeing a Russian ballet company in Virgina when I was about 4 years old! How incredible to see a performance in Russia! Unfortunately no pictures were allowed in the theater or else I would post a few. Here is some good info in English about Moiseyev. I am not always a promoter of Wiki, but the bio is pretty good I think.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Igor_Moiseyev

Moscow has officially turned the heat on! I can just barely hear the gurgle from my radiator. That gives me hope that they will ACTUALLY turn it on soon, when it gets really cold. We have a space heater that is working fabulously, so no worries about me enduring the cold just yet.

Moscow has not only tested my confidence these past few weeks (my third week is up) but it has also inspired many deep and thoughtful conversations about life, living, love, the Russian soul, the American soul, food, survival, being a woman and many other topics that manifested themselves differently in Moscow. When it comes to life and living, I have felt a shift in my perception. Russians seem to be more reactive or reactionary than Americans. Actions first observed my a friend of mine. More impulsive. They do what they want, they say what they want and they express their emotions accordingly. Americans are so practical and are always muddled with consequences. Why this cultural difference? Well as I have said to those active in this discussion here in Moscow, Russia is an old soul. America-young, still developing the depths of its soul, There is really nothing wrong with either.

More to come as I figure out details pertaining to the other topics. I hope to read some comments.

Here are some new photos. An evening in Red Square. We also found an abandoned kitten outside freezing in the cold. We named him Pushkin after the famous Russian poet. He’s so darn cute! There are also a few left overs from the trip to the Arbat I forgot to post.

Here starts the photos from the old trip to the Arbat