Saturday, March 5, 2011

Ikusa Otome Suvia Ending

Pietr Gourchenko brief conversation with

Moistened among old papers from a Soviet reporter, was found on April 28, 2010 interview with a fragment of the famous musical scholar Pietr Gourchenko Ivanovich, known for his studies of Siberian music and the Stalinist regime polkas exiled communist Poland. In this passage, though not in the musician in question is suspected to refer to the famous composer and pianist Nikolai Gaviriin Abramsky, or his cousin, former imperial shoemaker and amateur musician, Alexander Glinka Abrasmky, doubt remains because both underwent the same procedure, with similar results. The translation is presented below contains the informal tone, perhaps too colloquial and even disrespectful, a national polytechnic student kindly offered to do it.





- And in his spare time composing like crazy.

- Aha.

- Free, free time, go irony.

- No way.

- But hey, the man did what he could. He wrote at night, sometimes for food, usually in the bathroom.

- Oh.

- Yes, it's politically incorrect to reveal the intimacies of great men, but from the auction of JD Salinger toilet things have changed in the world.

- course.

- He composed symphonies, string quartet pieces, waltzes. Typical. Of course, tarnished with a martial air, autumn, and of nostalgia for the glorious days of the Czar.

- That must have caused problems.

- had them, yes, did.

- can specify more about these problems.

- First, in the chair Harmony and Composition at Boch to bring out the theories of Adam Smith. You can imagine the horror of the board members of the Conservatory.

- course, the most ardent capitalist theoretician ...

- Not to mention bestiality to make an analogy between the counterpoint of Bach and chaos theory applied to the Stock Exchange, which, moreover, was walking pretty bad then ...

- As always. I read somewhere that had also been banned for not being able to compose a sonata using a translation of Marx's initial enigmatic scale.

- Marxism was never easy.

- And how the story ended, how it was with the composition on the sly.

- basically good. Towards the end of his life, having spent many economic fortunes, having seen his work censored and endure the scorn government, received a public apology from the Congress after the regime ended, and winter of 91.

- course.

- So, in conclusion, his life was a constant struggle to build an independent work while adapting to the political circumstances, dealing with censorship, and maintain a balance between the hours of reading and composition in the bathroom. It was not easy.

- And what finally happened.

- wrote twenty symphonies, ten pieces for string quartet, 12 waltzes and blues.

- Would you say that the end of his life was good?

- Yes, he was happy to receive awards and accolades from all sides. The most excited him was the Black Ant prize of the Russian Association of Proletarian Musicians. Sure, they gave him two days after the end of the scheme. He had won. Not everyone lost 25 kilos in two months without passing through Siberia.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Can I Fit A Queen Mattress In A Dodge Caravan

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stupid Ko who sleeps at the beginning of the road, while others talked about the movie of the blondes that were taking place in Nantes, on the bus trip of 12 hours now and all they listen to pendrive and whisper things in my ear, things that never whisper to her, now that they The lights in the past that dignban to read the diary of Bolivia, now that the road gets dark corner and now Ko just makes you want to talk on the stars above the Tropic of Capricorn, on the desert wilderness on the highlands of endenante ... but everyone is asleep, they all whisper, everyone hears something else .. so Ko is preparing to look out the window from the second floor of the bus ... "In vola see a UFO." Stupid .. ko, had not settled enough on the couch when you open the curtain and realize how fast will the machine to the other side where they go, the machine faster than anything left behind, which leaves her there lying on the plateau is not how many meters above sea level, there where no one you find it, there where UFOs are invisible, where flamingos and put their legs.