Life's full of surprises.

Want a joke? I got a mail from Tartu University yesterday - when I saw it in mailbox I didn't really suspect anything, but actully...

...one of the people that they had chosen for the conference declined their invitation. They wrote me, as I was the next candidate in their list. So, apparently...


...I am going to Tartu, Estonia. In a month. Huh.


I was so terrified! You know, it was just completely out of the blue, so unexpected! But I can't miss the chance.

I'm still freaking out, because I have to hurry up, I have a huge number of formalities to fox, with a visa and everything, but still - it must be great. And Imust not fuck up.

Let it be my 15 minutes of fame, not shame, PLEASE, dear Lord.

I haven't died apparently, I'm still here - I just didn't feel like writing. Things to tell?

- We had a lecture of a Stasbourg University professor. He speaks perfect Russian and is absolutly charmant - I guess we all  (girl part) had a tiny crush on him.

- After finishing monsieur Sartre's "The Nausea" (brilliant) I couldn't resist and succumbed to the desire to read Nabokov's "Other shores" over. And let me declare him as a Kinf of Inversions, because he is.

- I'm attending MM's concert in may.

- I feel like the Western History textbook is one of the saddest books ever - there's nothing that would be that good at breading the wanderlust.

- Deutsch gives me goosebumps. In a good way. And I have some curious plans for summer holidays, hmmmm, fingers crossed.  

I've just discovered that two of the previous posts are quite identical.

Okay, what to add? I want to throw out when I hear the TV-lies about the President elections and spend evening with Bulgakov's biographies.


And I really hope that Marietta Chudakova qould come to our Uni one day. And I's also like to see Irina Prokhorova. Well, this Sunday we're having a lecture by a Strasbourg University professore - sound curious.





Have to write a good deal of reviews recently.

I'm here, actually.

I'm writing a coursework, drink red wine, eat homemade cookies, read Jean-Paul Sartre, I hope I'm fine.

The lazy week is almost over.

I reas Tom Stoppad, Jean-Paul Sartre, freaking out becaused of the upcoming study week, write the coursework line-by-line, watch the pre-election debates.

The president elections are this Sunday, so siclky predictable.