VDNKh: τι υπάρχει τριγύρω, πώς να φτάσετε και πότε να πάτε · 2026

OOlegbarnaul_452 · 3 Οκτ 2013Διάβασμα

I was invited to a local entertainment event—a fair. To compare it to something Russian, you could call it VDNKh. The invitation was accepted from Susan and her boyfriend Steven. However, I still owed breakfast to my boss and his family. I spent the entire previous day cleaning and packing. I woke up very early, and while warming up the car, I drank a cup of coffee. In the seventh hour, I headed to my employer's house. Exactly! I forgot to mention—throughout the last work week, I had been driving (specifically driving) Ned's Tundra. It happened like this: - Hey man, I'm tired of picking you up at restaurant and back at home. You have good driving skills. - and he threw me the keys to his Toyota Tundra, which had the restaurant's name on the license plate. - Gotcha. Thanks, man! Be calm. You have nothing to worry about. - I replied with perhaps the most Hollywood smile on the planet. I exceeded the speed limit repeatedly, but the cops just turned a blind eye to it. The reason was that they all liked our restaurant's food, and they often ordered it "to go" by pre-order and were well acquainted with the owner—Ned. So what was I saying?! Oh yes, dawn was breaking, and I was driving on the freeway, barely understanding where the destination was. I drove past it, then came back. I sighed with relief when I saw Ned on the side of the road. They gathered the kids, and we went to an absolutely charming "breakfast spot." Everything was like in the best American movies: a cafe near a small airfield for crop dusters, a slightly plump waitress constantly refilling coffee, one of the planes landed, and they brought our order—ham omelet, toast, jam, butter, muffins, and a light salad. Some alarming news was reported on the radio, something about politics, and a heated debate began. At that very moment, Sue and Steve arrived, and the four of us (joined by their friend/neighbor) headed to the fair. The journey took about 2 hours. At the fair, I developed a terrible allergy to all things feathered, woolly, and cloven-hoofed. I saw all the livestock that Americans raise. I watched a horse race. I bought a number of souvenirs. I rode a crazy attraction that had 4 axes of rotation. I became the happy owner of a silver dollar and a rare 2-dollar bill. Quite unintentionally, we ran into Ned and his family. Absolutely exhausted and tired, but happy, I headed back with the others. On the way home, Ned called Susan, and she handed me the "phone"—I was also invited to dinner. I was surprised at how close I had become with the boss (when he gave me money, I called him boss and often joked when receiving instructions, "Sir, yes, Sir"). On the way, I learned that my English wasn't that terrible; I had blamed it on American politeness, but later I realized my English had actually improved. Upon arrival, excellent Chinese food was waiting for me. I hadn't tasted anything that delicious in Russia; the sweet and sour sauce was beyond praise, shiitake marinated in a sauce unknown to me, chicken, and traditionally prepared beef. I truly became friends with their whole family—open, soulful people; they often asked for my advice, even though they were older than me. And the little members of the family were delighted when I played with them. The evening came to an end, and I was given the car keys again. I decided to buy a few cans of beer; I wanted to spend the evening in reflection and enjoy the final night in the house we had been renting all summer. I need to get some sleep and rest properly; long hours of travel to New York lie ahead.

OEOlga Emelianovaolenenok · 4 Ιουλ 2013Διάβασμα

Everything is as usual. Hotel, work. Actually, work has become much easier – just cleaning rooms. Time passes quite quickly at the hotel. I discovered another facet of myself – curiosity. I don't think it's the best character trait. It consists of being insanely interested in watching how other people live. Every time Sonya and I go into rooms, we learn something new. Honestly, we only got 10 cents in tips all day – it's a joke. As if someone is mocking us. After work – lunch (everything is on schedule!). Then the beach. The waves were stronger today than usual. Sonya got a call from the water park and was invited to training. She ran off, and Anya and I were jumping in the waves. There were a lot of people on the beach, it's Friday evening after all. About the seagulls. How the local seagulls amaze and scare me! It seems like they are specially trained. So impudent, bold! It's just terrible! Once Sonya observed this situation on the boardwalk: a seagull lunged at a girl who had a piece of pizza in her hand. The girl dropped the pizza in fright, and the seagull immediately grabbed its prey. And it's like that all the time! People come to the beach in families, with a bunch of small children, strollers, umbrellas, chairs. They bring a lot of food with them – and that's when clouds of birds gather over them. The seagulls scream, and their cry is very similar to a childish and desperate "Give! Give! Give!". A really strong resemblance! As a result, the children cry and run away. The older ones try to lure the seagulls away from the "feeder", but unsuccessfully. Anya and I were sunbathing and eating apples. Just in case, we kept our flip-flops handy to defend ourselves. Fortunately, we didn't have to. About the attractions. In the evening, we decided to go for a walk on the boardwalk again, just earlier. We left around 9 o'clock. To be honest, we didn't expect THAT! Crowds of people, music playing, and you couldn't even push through at Morey’s Piers! All the rides are working, queues, children, adults – everything is mixed up. THIS IS A REAL PARADISE! I have never seen anything like this anywhere. Not in Russia, and certainly not beyond. Roller coasters, the Wheel, the Slingshot, and so much more. Everything is glowing and shining – unforgettable! There are three amusement parks on the coast: 1st Morey’s Piers, 2nd – Morey’s Piers&Racing Waters, 3rd - Morey’s Piers&Ocean Oasis. They are all located on the boardwalk. I was struck by the fact that almost only children were standing in line for the super-duper high slingshot! I saw a similar attraction in Anapa, but only men and adult guys dared to ride it! At VDNKh in Moscow, there is "Cobra" – a roller coaster with a loop – probably the scariest one in Moscow. There are several such coasters here, and they have several loops. Again, small children with their parents are in line! Many "Free Flight" carousels, and in different planes. Again, children. I came to the conclusion that we in Russia have a shortage of attractions, and we are simply not used to them. For us, it's MEGA scary, but for them, it's business as usual. They probably can't even imagine what kind of junk we call an amusement park in Russia. Just like back home, there are machines here where you can pull out a toy for a quarter. Only the toys here are completely different! For example, I was pleased with the Monster Beats headphones (is that right?). Also, there was a small concert on the boardwalk – School of Rock. Student rockers played their songs and sang. I have never seen an electric guitar in the hands of a 12-year-old girl! And about the boys too. I was amazed at how confidently and independently they hold themselves on stage! They all came from different cities. A little further, after the second Pier, we found Sonya; she works at this time – blowing soap bubbles from a gun. As an advertising campaign. They pay $7 an hour. Although she works very little. 2-3 hours a day, sometimes even less. Most often, she

ЭКЭкономист, Кризис, США или Джамшут в Америкеguest_15638 · 21 Σεπ 2009Διάβασμα

Day 2 I woke up in the fancy apartments of the Institute of Environmental Engineering and Anya and I immediately went to meet our Moscow guide Maria (an acquaintance of mine from Barnaul who moved to Moscow to study). The first 2 hours of our trip were spent looking for the Work and Travel office. We approached a security guard with a map and asked where the office was because we couldn't find it; he turned the map around and showed us where to go—aha! That was the reason. We went into the office to pick up our T-shirts. They asked us, "Where are you from?" "From Barnaul." "From where??" "Altai Krai." "Damn, let me see what we have." He gave us the T-shirts and we continued our journey. After that, we walked along Arbat, collected a bunch of flyers, and threw them away. I saw Tsoi's wall and mentally sang Kino's song "Stuk". We went to Alexander Garden and sat on the lawn, not waiting for the mounted police to kick us out. We went to Red Square where a "Rock Against Cancer" concert was happening, hosted by Malakhov—not the one who heals fractures with plantains, but the one who would have made a decent career as a telephone operator. When we walked past this "rock concert," they were announcing the group Tutsi. We went to the bridge and saw a pink pile of people (because the concert T-shirts were pink) moshing like crazy. We walked through GUM and went to MSU, sat at the bus stop in front of the building, and walked to Sparrow Hills. We looked at Moscow and decided to go down to the embankment. We walked along the Moskva River embankment; it's a pity I didn't see any three-eyed fish. We got on the metro; how that phrase in the carriage ate my brain: "Dear passengers, please be mutually polite, give up your seats to the disabled, the elderly, and passengers with children." We went to VDNKh to see the Museum of Cosmonautics, sat in front of the monument, and saw a balloon tethered to the ground. Masha said if you pay them a certain amount—I don't remember exactly how much—they will let it go into the air. I am an aristocrat from Sitnikov, but not that much. We walked around VDNKh. My legs were already like cotton, so we said goodbye to Masha and decided to take the monorail home. We bought some poison at the market, like pies and other junk, and went to our suite.