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VBValeryia Brazdetskayalera.brozdetskaya · 9 Ara 2019Oku

What can I say about Philadelphia? According to the internet, Philadelphia is the 5th largest city in America, with about 6 million people living in the city and its suburbs. It is also one of the oldest cities in the USA, so there are plenty of monuments and historical sites here. For example, the US Constitution and the Declaration of Independence were signed here, which the residents are very proud of. The western part of the city is called Old City, where it all began. Here you will find many old monuments, historical buildings, and cozy cafes. This area is home to the famous Independence Hall (where the first US Constitution was signed). The central part of the city impressed me, of course, with its skyscrapers. Before this, I had only seen skyscrapers in Moscow City, and I can't wait for my trip to New York. By the way, the photo shows not just a fountain, but a real geyser located right in the city center. In my opinion, the most beautiful area is the Art Museum. This is the famous museum that Rocky Balboa ran to. It offers a wonderful view of the city center. All tourists stand with their hands raised on the rocky steps to take the famous photo. Unfortunately, we were in Philadelphia for less than a day, but we managed to visit the main attractions of the city such as: Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell, walk through Love Park, find the Belarusian flag on the Avenue of Flags, and enjoy the beautiful view next to the art gallery.

АНАлександр Недужкоgarfiled · 19 Mar 2011Oku

Phew!!)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) A huge weight off my shoulders=) A month of waiting, then the LM status, the employer called the sponsor in New York, everything was confirmed, and the status changed to OK=)))) Now it's time to wait for the DS-2019 and fill out the DS-160=) By the way, at the very beginning of the application, where it says "Select the location where you will be submitting your application," you need to select YEKATERINBURG!!! I didn't find it the first time because I assumed the name started with an "E" and chose Moscow instead. Interviews start in less than a month! So good luck to everyone=))) We will definitely make it!!!!! Not much left now=)) (20.03.2011)

ССлаваErofeev · 11 Eki 2010Oku

Sadness, tears, the fear of those seeing you off. I'm a little scared myself, but the fear fades and turns into a meaningless word when you imagine what awaits you... And what awaits? The unknown, a journey, a new life. How we love to start all over again. And starting over in America, where people have been going for centuries to start fresh, the beginning seems to be painted in the brightest colors. Irkutsk. A good city, I'm sure! But, as sad as it may sound, the place of our permanent residence, the place associated with our everyday problems and worries, sooner or later becomes a gray, banal, and uninspiring space. For me, Irkutsk is a symbol of mundane life, so I left this life with joy... The first, very small portion of joy was provided by S7 Airlines. The stunning color of the plane, delicious food, and a "gentle" pilot (he really did take off and land gently =)))) gave the first plus to this trip. The first grain of luck was provided by fate already in Moscow. We were met by a very good person who didn't leave us in trouble, i.e., in Moscow. =) Moscow... It's hard to count how many millions of people have lived in this city, but it's obvious that very different millions have lived there. The capital seemed far from unambiguous to me... The heart of Moscow is undoubtedly beautiful, but it has become overgrown with gray and nondescript houses, which, just as undoubtedly, take away a share of its charm. But my thoughts had long been abroad, so I didn't manage to have a coherent dialogue with this space. Let's hurry to Sheremetyevo 2! It's extremely strange, but there were no delays! #advice #1 I noticed a strange peculiarity... When I flew the Irkutsk-Moscow-Paris route, absolutely all the luggage was wrapped. It's obvious that people are afraid for the safety of their belongings, and that's normal. But when I was flying out of NY, I didn't notice any wrapped luggage, except for ours... It's obvious that people weren't afraid for the safety of their luggage! Perhaps this is explained by the fact that we only flew 40 minutes to Boston, but still... the things were loaded and unloaded after all. Actually, here is the advice: definitely pack your things when you fly with a Russian airline (because this is the unanimous opinion of all Russian passengers) and when you have many transfers. =) __ Yes, I was in Paris. But one hour at Charles de Gaulle Airport is very little! =( Quickly took a photo of the frogs and onwards to NY! JFK (John F. Kennedy International Airport) didn't seem that huge the first time. Only a suspicion of it appeared, because we were "parking" for about 40 minutes =)) Another grain of luck! We were met in NY by a person the likes of whom I am unlikely to meet again... Three days in NY... We did what crazy tourists do who have a few miserable hours to see the whole city, and they rake, absorb, turn their heads, take pictures, and that's it... And emptiness. A huge amount of information and pictures will ultimately leave no real emotions or experiences in your head. The first meeting with the ocean, but no... Something is wrong! It gloomily pushes us away with its cold... I want to leave for Miami faster... Let's go to the bus.

AAlexsadus · 29 Haz 2010Oku

21.06.10 Writing briefly and concisely... I knew I'd forget something, and it turned out to be my notebook! Writing in a notepad. The flight from Tyumen to Moscow went well. Except for one unpleasant incident related to a 2-hour flight delay. So, if you don't want to be late, the airline Sky Express is not for you, the only plus is cheap tickets;) Vnukovo Airport didn't show itself in the best light... renovations, but compared to our Roshchino, its size is impressive. After getting to the center of Moscow by marshrutka for 100 rubles per head, we (by "we" I mean my friend Gleb and myself, we are going to discover America together) first of all ate, and of course it was done in... guess for yourself))) Then we needed to call the hostel and find out if there were any spots. A call via a payphone costs 6 rubles, which is not a big difference from our Tyumen Beeline at 10 rubles, considering that for a payphone you have to look for a card, and that's just a waste of time. Having called the hostel, we asked to reserve two spots in a 10-bed room for our overnight stay). *note: If you are traveling far, be sure to plan your actions so as not to end up in a situation where there is nowhere to sleep. Glory to the internet))) Next, our path lay to Red Square. On the square are the Lobnoye Mesto, the monument to Minin and Pozharsky, Uncle Lenin's Mausoleum, next to which is the Necropolis by the Kremlin Wall, where figures (mainly political and military) of the Soviet state are buried (besides that, in the 1920s-30s, foreign communists were also buried there). hehe Beauty!!! Posting a couple of photos. I would like to say a few words about the hostel separately. For 500 rubles, you get a quite comfortable bed, internet (there are 2 computers), a shower, a kitchen, a laundry room, there is a TV and books))) And the biggest plus - almost only American students stay there))) So the first contact with "foreigners" went successfully. PS One American girl told me how she traveled by train and she considers platzkart-type carriages "someone's crazy idea" hehehe She also noticed one characteristic trait of Russians, quoting with translation: "They drink, but they don't get drunk!!!!" The hostel is called Moscow Home Hostel http://moshostel.ru/

TPTatsiana PalchankaTanechka_for_you · 12 Nis 2010Oku

We hopped on the bus, I ate a couple of cookies, and we went for a walk!) Me, two Olyas from the Linguistic University, and Katya) We went for a walk around Moscow, and Olya gave us a full tour!!!!))))))))) I'll say it publicly right now - I'm the biggest fool ever! I went to Moscow in HEELS!!! Seriously, a total fool! I rubbed my feet so badly, it was hooooorrible!!!!!!! Just dying!!!! At first, I had the energy to walk somewhere, but then I only had one desire - to crash in the bus... But the bus was closed until 6:00 PM, and the drivers were sleeping!!!)))) Moscow makes an interesting impression. It feels like you've ended up in the times of Tsarist Russia, the 18th or 19th century)))))) It also seemed like everything was in some kind of fog) At first, I thought it was from exhaustion, nerves, and lack of sleep. But in reality, it was all dust!!!))))) First, we went to Old Arbat)))))) The street is cool, but looooong))) There are homeless-looking guys walking around with signs advertising various restaurants, and women in their 50s running around in traditional Russian outfits with kokoshniks, calling people into souvenir shops! I thought it was a joke that there are many non-Russian people in Moscow, but there really are a lot of them!))) At least I met many)))))) And also a lot of foreigners) We found a McDonald's (as they jokingly wrote in the newsletter, a "chain of free toilets"), although we struggled to find the restroom there)))))))) Well, we are provincials after all))) Then we went to the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour (though I might be confusing the name already))))) It was so beautifuuuuul!!!))) Then I hobbled (can't find another word) to the Peter the Great monument)))) God, I thought I wouldn't make it back...) It was warm outside, great weather for a tour of Moscow, but I was already dying here... The girls started to give up too) We trudged back, but a different way! Through the Kremlin! That Kremlin wall is so looooong!!!!)))))) But the impression is really cool) Like a castle! We came out to Vasilyevsky Spusk (though we were going uphill), and when I saw that the road was COBBLESTONE, I thought about taking off my shoes and walking barefoot!!! But we somehow managed to reach St. Basil's Cathedral (again, afraid to mix up the name)))))). Well, yes, it's beautiful, but the other buildings impressed me even more! They looked like they were drawn from a picture! I especially liked one red one, and it felt like it had snow on it!)) (Remember those old glass Christmas ornaments in the shape of a hut covered in snow? Well, it felt like it was one HUGE ornament)))) We came out to GUM, to Manezhnaya Square (so I don't mix it up again), and my state became like a sick penguin that ended up in Africa. Because I was already stopping to understand what was even happening! It was only 3 PM, and my feet were falling off! (And you're wondering why I'm telling you all this??? I just want to describe the huge route I trudged and hobbled!) We trudged to Old Arbat, went into Il Patio, wanted to eat something hot, and rest wouldn't hurt. We ordered pasta (mmmmm, so delicious) and juice))))) The waitress couldn't leave us alone) She either brought a discount coupon (if the order is over 1000 rubles - 450 discount, almost 50%), or tried to push some card on us) And we, pale and tired, didn't need anything anymore)))))) We probably looked pathetic from the side)))))))))))))) But after eating, we started smiling, and (oh my!) remembered that a few hours ago we were given our visa!!!!))) We went into a store, bought vodka (well, as a gift)))), we didn't want to drink on the bus anymore )))))) Standing at the checkout. Olya: "I wonder how we'll explain that we don't have our passports"))))) And everyone is smiling, everyone remembered that the passports are at the embassy! WOO-HOO!!!))) The saleswoman looks at me and asks: "Are you 20?", and I start digging in my wallet, "No" - I say - "Only 50" (rubles)) )) She says "I meant your

TPTatsiana PalchankaTanechka_for_you · 11 Nis 2010Oku

So, here it is! The turning point in the whole story, which hasn't even really started yet! I feel like my blog is going to be the longest one ever! Because I don't want to miss even the smallest details!) I swiped some photos from Olya Tuluzova) First, I'll tell you about the road there. Evening before departure. April 7th. All the parents, or rather both of them, mom and dad, are nervous! But they are nervous in different ways. Dad spends the whole evening with a face that clearly says, "Please, kind consular gentlemen, don't give my daughter a visa, I won't survive this!" And mom is running around the apartment like a maniac, trying to pack as much food for me as possible) How can it be, my daughter will be hungry for 2 days! Oh my, oh my. And I was SOOOO amused! First of all, I started imagining what would happen to them when I fly to AMERICA for 3 MONTHS!))))))) And secondly, mom's reaction amused me: mom: Maybe I should pack you some more sandwiches? me: maybe I should take a blanket with me on the bus too? mom: AAA!!! WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A BLANKET!!! AAA!!!!! ahahahaha))))) she's funny, I swear! And I didn't even read the questions because I couldn't force myself to) I'm lazy, very lazy! But I watched the movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's" in English, and quietly went to sleep!))))) Morning. April 8th. I got ready, double-checked my documents about 20 times, packed a couple of sandwiches instead of a whole bag of food (if mom saw, she would have killed me), bought a bottle of mineral water, and went to the "Vostok" metro station near the National Library. At 14:45 we agreed with the guys we met beforehand to meet up and grab seats on the bus!) Day. April 8th. There were a lot of buses. About 6-7. Big ones!! In front of the buses, we saw a large number of students) Many had blankets and pillows with them) And I was traveling light. First, I had to go to the organizer, say my last name, and she gave out stickers with numbers! I got number 1-214.) While I was standing in line, Valentin, or Valik, saved 9 seats for all of us on the second bus) And I am grateful to him because it was WARM in that bus, even though guys from other buses complained about the cold and said they had to wrap their legs in jackets!) Oh, yes... We gave our passports to the girl-organizer!) When we crossed the Russian border, we were amazed by the FREE TOILET! At least I was! Okay, what's the big deal, so it's free, but there was a grandma sitting there who gave out toilet paper, there were many stalls, and even soap!))))))))))))) It's a pity it was the only free one) We stopped every 2 hours, so no one really felt any discomfort!) The series they put on in the bus, I don't think it interested anyone at all, especially me) I wasn't in the mood for movies))))) I looked through the questions, put them back in my bag, and around 12 midnight I dozed off) Just like everyone else, by the way) There was no fuss, no nerves))) Around 4 AM I woke up. We were already in MOSCOW! First impression: "Come on, Liza, it doesn't really look that different from Minsk." And just as I said that, we drove into the center of Moscow, and I immediately said - "I take my words back!" )))))))) We drove up to the embassy, and most of the students ran off to wander around night-time Moscow) Even though we didn't have our passports, or even our tickets! Unknown wandering objects, so to speak)))) Liza and I also went for a walk to stretch our legs!) even though it was 4 AM, Moscow was already waking up) Pie stalls were already getting ready for work, a "hellish" street sweeper truck was driving around, which we almost got hit by!)))))) Just as we walked back to the embassy, I saw the buses leaving! Liza started waving at the driver, he opened the doors and let us in))) Those who returned later were in shock: the bus had disappeared!) In reality, we just moved behind the embassy building) Then we went and found a night cafe, where we asked to use the restroom (yeah, I'm being too specif

RBRegina Bilalovasamara_327883 · 22 Mar 2010Oku

So, I got my US visa for 4 months. I plan to fly out on May 31st, so I'll definitely see my friends in Ufa before then. During my time in Moscow, I completely stepped out of my usual routine. And you know what? It was amazing. I FELT that life isn't just about studying, working, living in a dorm, and occasional trips to Ufa, but also about conversations with smart, interesting people, pleasant stress, walking the streets, wet feet, craving warmth, the joy of warmth, real faces, lively and extraordinary communication with foreigners, and everything that can invigorate me. My trip to Moscow turned out to be a real adventure. Something I didn't expect at all. I was late for the airport, but my flight was delayed, so I managed to fly to Moscow without any problems—everything was OK. On the plane, I met a guy who, like me, was a Work and Travel participant. We found a lot in common: tourism, a love for fantasy books, and psychology—it was great. The next day, I was late for the embassy for my visa, but for some reason, I ended up among the first to go in for the interview. And at security, that strange thing beeped right on me :) But nothing bad happened. My sweet smile disarmed the guards—I had just accidentally kept some metal coins on me :) The guy behind me tried to joke with the guard, and the guard replied in a tough baritone, "Hello Baby" )) Everyone laughed ) In the embassy, it seemed the closer I got to the consul, the less English I knew. I was breaking into a cold sweat, and the "Tom and Jerry" playing on the TV in the lobby was brain-deadening and wouldn't let me remember a single foreign word :) But when my few minutes of the interview with the consul came, I didn't mess up. Everything went as it should. My English didn't let me down. My bad pronunciation just gave a reason to smile. And once again, my sweet smile helped me :) I got the visa and was jumping to the ceiling with joy ))—I'm not lying, the ceilings in the embassy hallway were surprisingly low )) That same day, I went for a walk around Moscow. The weather was overcast, but my good mood kept me going :) I walked through almost the entire central district, froze, but didn't regret my walk at all. Moscow has architecture, and it's beautiful too )). Now I've appreciated it. I also met an Italian guy. Walked around Red Square with him. Exchanged ICQ (but I lost it immediately—oh well, I'll find him on Facebook by name :))) And after saying goodbye to him in the Italian tradition, I felt like a member of the Italian mafia :))) That same day, I missed my return train to Samara. Counted the money in my wallet—not much left. Moscow ate up quite a bit in two days. Then I got lost in the subway corridors and was almost detained by the bulky female workers for a turnstile violation. Thank God it only ended with them shouting after me. I spent the evening with some "linguists." We talked about love, French, Yves Rocher, global problems, and good deeds. They turned out to be lovely girls. I hope to stay with one of them again in May. The next day, I safely boarded the train. On it, I met a man from Kaliningrad. It turned out he was enlightened and modern compared to others his age. We had a great conversation too. He really instilled in me the belief that I am capable of moving mountains and realizing what I want. We exchanged contacts, and thank God I didn't lose them :)) On the way, our train—or rather, the locomotive—broke down twice. We crawled to Samara like turtles. But by morning, we finally made it. Arriving at the dorm, I immediately shared my joyful impressions with my roommates, staying energized while telling the story of my adventure, and then... then I collapsed from emotional overload. It's been a long time since I've had such a great time. It was cool :)

НЛНадежда ЛебедеваRRigana · 1 May 2010Oku

Unbelievable! I got my visa. I got a mean red-headed consul who had issued so many denials that I honestly had no hope left. My tongue, as expected, got stuck, and I was barely whispering my answers out of fear. Here is the dialogue: Me: Hello! Him: Hi! Where will u go this summer? Me: Montana. St. Mary lakes. Him: What do u study? (How was I supposed to understand 'what do u study'? Should I list my subjects? Or was it a question about my faculty?) Me: Moscow State Pedagogical University, philological faculty, my major is journalism. Him: How did u find this job? Me: I found it on the Internet. Him: I don't remember exactly how he asked, but something like 'Did you look for it alone?' Me: No, with my friend. Him: Does she go with u? Me: Yes. Then he mumbled something, wrapped the DS-2019 in my passport, and pushed it through the window. I thought, 'That's it, it's a denial.' I stared at him wide-eyed. And he was like, 'Oh, sorry, sorry,' and took the passport back. Phew! My happiness knows no bounds. #visa #J1Visa