Miracle!

It happened in July of 1956.

After graduation from the Moscow Textile Institute my best friend Yuri and I bought a very cheap two weeks tour from TEBERDA to SUKHUMI.

When we arrived in Teberda we understood why the tour was so cheap. It was arranged by a students sport society for brave people who wanted to get really hard experience of hiking in the mountains.

It was our first time in the Caucasus Mountains. When all members of the group arrived we were told that each of us would have 40 kg in a backpack.

“I wonder if we die the very first day”, said Yuri.

“You are an optimist! I wonder who will eat our first lunches”.

Three days passed and miraculously we were alive and had ravenous appetites.

On the fourth day our group stopped earlier than usually at a wonderful spot that had a crystal clear spring. We put up our tents, placed our heavy backpacks in them, gathered wood for fire and helped people responsible for cooking that day to start preparing dinner.

Then I suggested Yuri to go up the mountain and to enjoy sights from the top but he was more interested in staying near a girl who was busy cooking.

I went up alone.

It was a gorgeous summer day. The air was fresh and sweet. Trees, bushes and grass were in their best green dresses. As I went higher and higher I saw some flowers.

Gradually ascent became more difficult and instead of walking I had to crawl.

It became clear that the top of the mountain was still far away. So I decided to move to my right to see our camp below. There were trees and bushes on my right and I used them as my support to move closer to the side of the mountain.

Finally I reached a point with a perfect view. It was terrific!

I saw a circle of our five white tents in the rays of the Sun and the spring near it. The dinner was ready and the fire was dying. Everybody was preparing for dinner. I saw Yuri sitting with the girl on the blanket near our tent.

“Yuri, look up!”, shouted I. “Can you see me?”

Nobody moved. Apparently, nobody heard me. It was time to go back and to have dinner.

All of a sudden I realized that I was in a very difficult position. I was clinging to the steep slope. Two small bushes on my left were gone. There was nothing I could use as support to move in any direction.

Fear paralyzed me! I did not know what to do. It seemed to me that any my movement will bring a fall and fast death.

On the other hand, i could not stay long in this place. What for? Nobody was coming to help me anyway. I needed to act fast! There was no time for fear!

I looked around very, very carefully.

There was something that looked as a flat outcrop on the level of my boots to my right. There was also a tree on the ground above it.

“Can I move my feet to that outcrop? Will it support me? Will I then be able to catch the tree with my hands? Will it support me? Is there a chance then to move to a flat place or not so steep slope of the mountain?”

It took a second or less for all these questions to run in my mind but no answers came.

I was not ready or willing to die but I had no choice. I had to take a risk!

I gathered everything I had and moved to the outcrop. Unfortunately, it was farther away than I thought. I could not reach it. It was my last step!

All of a sudden a strong gust of wind appeared from nowhere! It picked me up and brought on the outcrop. I caught the tree and the next moment another gust of wind brought me to the flat ground.

I dropped there. I was sweating and at the same time I felt very, very cold.

Some time passed. I started slowly and very carefully my descent to the camp.

In about an hour I heard voices. Somebody was calling my name.

I responded and in several minutes Yuri and nine other members of the group gathered around me.

“Do you want a drink?”, asked Yuri. Sure, I wanted it.

“Do you want hot soup?”, asked one girl. “I brought it and here are a cup and a spoon”.

Oh, how I wanted the soup! I wolfed it down.

“We were very worried!”, said Yuri. “What happened?”

“Miracle!”

PAINTING by JF

PAINTING by JF

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Connection after death (Wassily Kandinsky – David Paladin).

I decided to reblog this old post to introduce this extraordinary true story to new followers and guests.
I would be very happy if anyone suggested explanation of all events.

PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

Yesterday I published a post about life and quotes of Wassily Kandinsky.
If you missed it please read it now HERE.
Then read an incredible but true story below.
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Wassily Kandinsky, the great Russian painter, died on December 13, 1944 in Neuilly sur-Seine. At the same time in a German concentration camp of hunger and torture was dying American soldier David Paladin, white-skinned son of a missionary and Navajo Indian …
David Paladin was born in 1926. He spent his early years on the Navajo reservation near Chinle, Arizona. From an early childhood the boy showed violent temper. He kept running away from his family and soon found himself in a penal colony in Oklahoma.
With great difficulty he learned cartography. In this specialty he was drafted into the army. In Europe he was wounded and ended up in a German concentration camp, where experienced all the horrors of imprisonment.

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Free beer

Once upon a time in the Soviet Union Ivan bought a huge barrel of beer. Early in the gorgeous morning he put on a wall a large sign “FREE BEER” near the barrel.
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Several people saw the sign and did not believe it. Then one brave young man came to Ivan and asked if it was a joke.
“No, it’s not a topic for a joke! Enjoy free beer!”
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People were surprised and very happy.
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Some of them said; “Let’s form a line and see that nobody breaks in.” They formed a line. One by one Ivan gave people in the line a large glass of beer. People thanked him and left.
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In 15 minutes the line became very long. 10 more minutes passed and nobody could control it anymore. 
People started to fight. Several were stabbed. Police arrived, dispersed the crowd and arrested several people including Ivan.
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 Then they interrogated Ivan:

— Why did you provoke the fight?
— I did not expect it to happen!

— Did you trade without a license?
— No. I gave beer free. There are many witnesses.

— Are you crazy?
— No, no! I am a good worker, a member of an union, have a wonderful family.

— Ok, Ivan. We let you go. Only tell us why did you spent your savings to give people free beer?
— You know, I am not a young man. I wanted to see how everything will be after the victory of communism!

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Painting by JF

 

Who am I tonight?

Who am I tonight?

Definitely a man of 80+ years old. Retired long time ago.

I know that I love people, animals, birds, fishes (especially well prepared).

I love nature, food, exercising, doing a lot and doing nothing.

I love to think and to meditate.

Reading is huge part of my life.

In this blog I write, show you my photos and paintings, share quotes I like.

Who am I tonight?

Please read or reread my post A MIRACLE?!

Can it be that I am a writer?

I hope that all of you are very kind.

Best to you!

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Abram Petrovich Gannibal

In 1704 a black slave (born in present-day Cameroon) was bought by a Russian in Constantinople and presented to Peter the Great. The Emperor liked 8 years old boy Abram and immediately adopted him.

In 1705 the boy was baptized with Peter as his godfather and he became Abram Petrovich.

The boy became Peter’s valet on various military campaigns and journeys.

In 1716 Peter the Great visited France. He then left his godson there to study engineering and mathematics at a military school. Two years later, Abram Petrovich joined the French army and fought in the war against Spain. During his time in France Abram Petrovich adopted surname Gannibal in honor of the Carthaginian general Hannibal.

In 1723 Gannibal returned to Russia. Soon Peter the Great died and Prince Menshikov, who disliked Gannibal, assigned him to Siberia.

Abram Petrovich Gannibal

Abram Petrovich Gannibal

Gannibal’s fortunes changed in 1741, when Empress Elisabeth (daughter of Peter the Great) took the throne.

Elizabeth made him the military commander of city of Reval ((now Tallinn, Estonia). He served in this place between 1743 and 1751.

Then Gannibal oversaw expansions of the Ladoga Canal and Russian fortresses throughout the empire. By 1760 Abram Petrovich had been promoted to the rank of a full general.

In 1762 Gannibal retired to the Mikhailovskoye estate in Pskov. The estate with hundreds of serfs was given to him in 1742 by Elizabeth. He died there in 1781.

His great-grandson was Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, the famous Russian poet and writer. 

Anna and Nikolay

In 1903 fourteen years old Anna met seventeen years old Nikolay. She wrote poetry since she was 11 and he published in 1902 his first book of poetry.

In 1905 Nikolay first time asked Anna to marry him. However, they married 5 years later, in April of 1910. Before marriage Anna wrote to her friend: “…I believe that it is my fate to be his wife. Whether or not I love him, I do not know, but it seems to me that I do.”

The couple honeymooned in Paris. In September of 1912 their son Lev was born.

Anna Akhmatova, Nikolay Gumilyov and Lev Gumilyov

Anna Akhmatova, Nikolay Gumilyov and Lev Gumilyov

Before marriage Nikolay extensively traveled in Europe and Africa. From Wikipedia: “Gumilyov was fascinated with Africa and travelled there almost each year. He explored, helping development of Ethiopia, … and brought to the Saint Petersburg museum of anthropology and ethnography a large collection of African artifacts.”

At that time Nikolay published two more books of poetry. While in Paris he published a literary journal and there one Anna’s poem was published.

Soon after marriage Nikolay started to rebel against its restrictions. At the end of 1910 he left Anna for a six-month trip to Africa. Anna wrote to a friend that Nikolay “lost his passion” for her.

During Nikolay’s absence Anna became one of founders of the Guild of Poets. Her magnetism and allure attracted many great men. It is known that Anna had affairs with some of them.

Nikolay also was a founder of the Guild of Poets. To illustrate their ideals, he published two collections of poems,The Pearls in 1910 and the Alien Sky in 1912.

In 1912, the Guild of Poets published Anna’s book Evening..

Anna was recognized as “a new and striking young writer”.

“The Rosary …appeared in March 1914 and firmly established her as one of the most popular and sought after poets of the day.” (from Wikipedia).

At that time she “became close friends with Boris Pasternak (who, though married, proposed to her many times).”

In July 1914, Akhmatova wrote “Frightening times are approaching. Soon fresh graves will cover the land”.

On August 1, Germany declared war on Russia.

Nikolay volunteered to serve in an élite cavalry unit. For his bravery during the war he was awarded two St. George crosses.

His book of war poems The Quiver was published in 1916.

In 1917, when Russian Revolution started, Nikolay was in the Russian Expedition Corps in Paris. He returned to Petrograd (Saint Petersburg). There he published several new books of poems.

In August of 1918 Anna and Nikolay divorced.

Soon after divorce Anna married prominent assyriologist and poet Vladimir Shilejko.

She later said “I felt so filthy. I thought it would be like a cleansing, like going to a convent, knowing you are going to lose your freedom.”

There was no cleansing. She began affairs with theatre director Mikhail Zimmerman and composer Arthur Lourie.

Nikolay In 1919 married Anna Nikolaevna Engelhardt, a daughter of a well-known historian.

Three years after Anna and Nikolay’ divorce Nikolay was shot with 61 others for conspiracy against the state.

Anna wrote:

“Terror fingers all things in the dark,
Leads moonlight to the axe.
There’s an ominous knock behind the
wall:
A ghost, a thief or a rat…

The case against Nikolay Gumilyov and all others was completely fabricated and all victims were rehabilitated by Russian authorities in 1992 (71 years after their deaths).

Painting by JF

Painting by JF

 

Just a moment

Live is full of surprises!

We met, I loved his colors and took pictures.

Then we went in different directions.

Life is wonderfully unpredictable!

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I am not Irish

Today is Saint Patrick’s Day. There will be parades and festivals all over our country. We’ll celebrate it on our broadwalk in Hollywood (Florida) too.

One of the first posts on this blog was “I am not Irish”. I reblogged it long time ago. Today I copied it end edited here. Hope that you’ll like it.

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I AM NOT IRISH

Posted on October 4, 2013

I lived in four countries but Ireland is not one of them.

I visited more than 50 countries but I’ve never been in Ireland.

However, I watch “The Quiet Man” every year and enjoy it very much.

I love the country and its people.

For many years after retirement I enjoyed summer months in Pocono Manor, a small beautiful town in the Pocono mountains.

There was often an Irish Festival there before the Labor Day.

It started early in the day in tents on the golf course.

There was always a lot of laughter, a lot of beer, lovely dances. many wonderful things to buy and to taste..

Once I bought a small book “Irish Blessings”. I read it immediately after buying it and then many times again and again.

I want to share just three of the blessings with you.

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“May you have all the happiness

And luck that life can hold –

And at the end of all your rainbows

May you find a pot of gold”.

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” May you have…

a song in your heart

a smile on your lips

and nothing but joy

at your fingertips”.

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” I wish you lots of good luck

No matter what the day

I wish you lots of sunshine

And not a bit of gray…

I wish you lots of laughter

And never one wee sigh,

And I hope no gift of fortune

May ever pass you by.”

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Today I got a “gift of fortune” on the blog Bookish Nature,

It is an entry about Seamus Heaney and his poetry.

I have to confess that I did not know anything about

him before today and have never read his poetry,

Reading the article made my day!.

You can enjoy it HERE.

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Now we need green. You’ll find it below.

LANDSCAPE by JF

POND IN POCONO   MANOR                                            by     JF

Concert

Yesterday on my way home from a daily walk I heard divine music.

I could not believe it as my hearing is very, very bad.

But then I noticed that several people stopped near me. They were looking up.

I could see joy on their faces.

Music continued.

What a concert!

I took out my Canon and photographed all performers.

Look at them!

SINGING TO THE SUN by JF

SINGING TO THE SUN                                                          by JF

 

It’s beautiful! What is it?

First week of February I was shooting photos for Cee’s Black & White Photo Callenge: Textures. At that time I found so many wonderful textures around that I can post 3 pictures daily for a long time.

One day I went to the beach and made a photo below.

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I liked it very much as there were different textures in it: sand, grass, leaves.

Then I turned around and suddenly saw another wonderful opportunity.

Without hesitation I made another picture that showed wood, metal and large leaves.

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Then I put my tiny Canon in my pocket and was about to go home to have my breakfast.

Something stopped me. What was it?

At the last second I noticed letters on both knobs.

I bent down and read on the upper knob “PUSH”.

It became interesting! I pushed and got very cold shower!

When my wife saw me she asked: “Why are you wet?There was no rain.”

After I explained what happened she said: “You made my day!”

Can you believe it?!

TEXTURES

Woman of a strong sex drive (part 1)

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She was Russian. Her name was Elena Ivanovna Diakonova.

She was born in 1894 in Kazan but spent her childhood in Moscow.

Her father died when she was eleven years old. Her mother, who had three more children, then married a lawyer. He loved his wife and her children very much.

Elena was a brilliant student.  She completed her studies at the M.G. Brukhonenko academy for young women with a very high average mark.

Unfortunately, she had tuberculosis and in 1912 her family moved her into the Clavadel sanatorium in Switzerland.

In the sanatorium she met a French guy of her age and they fell in love. Both of them were discharged in 1914 and went to their countries but in 1917 they met in Paris and married. The following year their daughter Cecile was born.

Her husband Paul Eluard became a poet and was close to the leading figures of the surrealist movement: Andre Breton, Philippe Soupault and Louis Aragon.

“In 1921 Éluard and Gala visited artist Max Ernst in Cologne (Germany). She became his model and lover, at the same time remaining the wife of Paul Éluard. Next year the artist moved to Éluard’s house in Val-d’Oise (France). The love triangle was not in the least concealed.”
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Max Ernst painted her in a number of portraits.
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In 1929 Elena met her future second husband, a painter. He was introduced to Paul Eluard by Camille Goemans, a Belgian poet and gallery owner.

When the painter met Elena it was love at first sight. He wrote: “She was destined to be my Gradiva (the name comes from the title of a novel by W. Jensen, the main character of which was Sigmund Freud; Gradiva was the book’s heroine and it was her who brought psychological healing to the main character), the one who moves forward, my victory, my wife”.

The name of the painter was Salvador Dali. His future wife, muse and female model became known to the world as Gala Dali.

Life is full of surprises or robbers, where are you?! (Part 3)

Here is the last third part of the story about surprises in life. It shows clearly where robbers were at that time.
Today they are in many countries. They can be in your country too.

PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

My wife and children were waiting for me.

They looked at the parcel in my hands and instruments and it was clear that they wanted to open parcels immediately and to find out what was in it.

However, I suggested that we needed to warm ourselves first. So we had a morning run and a good workout, then we ate hot breakfast. After it we were ready.

It took considerable efforts to open six parcels. Then we saw that there was a mixture of brown and white in all of them.

My wife cautiously took several white crystals and licked them. She said: “It’s sugar”. Next she took out several brown kernels and said: “Buckwheat!” Then she took out many pieces of brown paper and started to cry.

Children and I looked at her with alarm. What was going on? Why was she crying?

A couple of minutes passed. Then my…

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Life is full of surprises or robbers, where are you?! (Part 2)

Here is part 2 of “Life is full of surprises or robbers, where are you?!
I want to clarify here that at time of our emigration people in the USSR were forced to refuse from citizenship and to pay 900 rubles for every member of a family (an average monthly salary of an engineer was 120 rubles). It gives a hint where robbers were at that time.

PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

I slowly drank cold orange juice. My wife and children (15 and 9) were looking at me and at the parcels.

My wife said: “I am sure you are very hungry. Dinner is ready.”

“No, I can’t eat now. Please place some vodka on my hands, face and neck. I burnt them during the day. Let me relax. I’ll eat later.”

She gently treated me and said: “I wonder what is in these heavy wooden boxes?”

“I thought about it many hours. Oh, I also got 4 letters from our mothers. Here they are. Please read them.”

My wife read all letters aloud. They were very sad. Our mothers were sure that they will never see us again and they were very worried how we would be able to cope with all difficulties of life before we reach America and after it. They knew that Soviet authorities allowed us to…

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Life is full of surprises or robbers, where are you?!

If you missed it you must read it! It happened in Rome and Lido di Ostia.

PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

At that time we lived in Lido di Ostia and were waiting for American visas.

One gorgeous sunny day I went to the Central post office in Rome to get correspondence from the Soviet Union (only our parents were brave enough to send us letters).

A smiling postal worker looked at my ID and disappeared.

When I saw him again he was not smiling. He told me something in very fast and unfriendly Italian and all people around started to laugh.

Then the guy gave me 4 letters and I turned to leave.

Somebody said in English: “Wait, wait!.Prepare yourself!”

Six large same size wooden parcels appeared on the counter. The weight of each was 11 kg.

It was a huge heavy surprise! I could not carry more than one parcel at any moment but I had to transfer six of them to the railroad station in Rome. Then I had to…

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Moment in time?!

MOMENT IN TIME

OUR WAYS

Our lives are moments in time.

Below is my last picture. It shows my friend doctor Mark on the beach.

What is the story behind that photo?

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Mark was a very good doctor in the Soviet Union. He came to America when he was 56 years old. To be a doctor in America he had to pass two exams: English and medicine.

I know several people who passed these exams only after several attempts. I also know doctors among immigrants who did not even try to take these exams. They changed professions.

Mark passed both exams from the first try, became a resident, then in three years had his own practice. He retired after 20 years of work in America.

On this picture Mark is 90+ years old.

Our lives are moments in time.

They are very inspiring if we properly choose and follow our ways.

A joke?!

In several posts on this blog I stated that I am against feminism but…I am for matriarchy!

I love several billions of wonderful smart energetic beautiful women and I am very proud that at least half of my followers are women.

I feel that it is my duty to publish again and again a story below.

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I got an email from Chicago with Russian jokes in it.

During our morning’s walk I told my wife one of them and she liked it.

Then I asked Google Translate to help me and edited the translation.

Here is what we got:

“Adam and Eve frolicking in the garden. God descends to them and says: “My children, I have two gifts for you. You’ll have to decide which one to whom. The first gift is peeing standing up “…

Adam begs to let him have the first gift. He says that it is his lifelong dream. Eve yields to him. And Adam runs through the garden, rejoicing, jumping, screaming, and peeing on trees, flowers, insects and simply on the ground.

Then Eve asks: “Lord, what is your second gift?”

God answers: “Brains, Eve. Brains.”

Okay, I've done that stupid trick of sticking my paw up in the air. Now where's that tasty treat you promised me?

 

A miracle?!

Life is full of surprises and miracles!
You don’t believe me? Read what happened in July of 2014.

PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

We enjoyed wonderful sunny days from the middle of July. However, nights were unusually cold.

If you love wild mushrooms hunting (as we are) you know that mushrooms need warm and rainy nights to grow.

Sure, we knew it. But every morning we took our baskets, put knives in them (you must cut mushrooms with great love) and went hunting,

An hour and a half in the woods were terrific but no mushrooms greeted us for a long time.

This morning I got up early and went for a hunt with great hope. The weather was terrific. I enjoyed fresh air and beauty of the woods and suddenly I saw something I was dreaming about (see below).

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Children love wonders

It happened 20 years ago. In summer we stayed at the Carriage House (a time-sharing property) in Pocono Manor and each day walked along the Pocono Manor Drive to the historic Pocono Manor Inn and back. Beautiful parts of a golf course were on both sides of the drive and we enjoyed fresh air, wonderful views and fast walks.

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VIEW FROM THE POCONO MANOR DRIVE                                    by JF

My wife was upset that our oldest granddaughter (she was 6 years old at that time) did not want to go for a walk with us. She preferred to stay inside the building and play in the arcade.

“You must do something!”, said my wife.

I thought very hard and then I said at lunch: “You know, this morning I made an interesting discovery. I could not believe it myself but I can smell a golf ball at distance 15-20 metres”.

“Grandpa, you can’t!”, stated our granddaughter. “Even best dogs can’t smell golf balls at such distance! I don’t think that people can smell golf balls at all!”

“Ok, dear! Let’s go tomorrow morning for a walk and see if I am wrong.”

The rest of the day I was gathering golf balls that were lost by players and placing them along the Pocono Manor Drive. Some of them I hid among stumps and in small holes, others I covered by leaves. It was not easy to find them and it was not easy to remember where balls were hidden. However, 20 years ago my memory was better than today.

Next morning our granddaughter suggested to go for a walk and to check if I really could smell where golf balls were.

In several minutes she became very excited.  Every time I told that I smelled a golf ball nearby she found one or two (sometimes with my help). The walk to the inn was a great pleasure. On the way back I heard that I was the only Grandpa in the world who could smell golf balls.

Later our other grandchildren were very happy that they had such unique Grandpa.

“You know, he can smell golf balls better than best trained dogs!”

 

No worries or one night in Crimea.

I have a terrible feeling that many people missed this old post. It is about live, love and a night in Crimea a long time ago. Please let me know if you like it.

PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

In June of 1959 after meeting for 19 hours during 1,5 month my wife and I decided to marry. Then it was time for a honeymoon.

We could not afford a long one as we were very busy. She was designing a new machine for creating chemical fibers. I was working on my dissertation. Both of us had no savings.

Our parents and friends raised some funds for a two weeks honeymoon and recommended us to go to The Workers’ Corner (now Professor’s Corner) in Alushta (a city in Crimea).

All of them said: “It’s a wonderful place! Black Sea, wonderful beach, road up the mountain, beautiful Mount Castel! You’ll be happy there!”

My wife asked: “Where will we live?”

“No worries! All locals rent their apartments and live in shacks during summer. You’ll find something.”

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My friend Ramen

Life is full of surprises. Some of them are very, very pleasant, even delicious!

Ramen dry noodle soup was a pleasant surprising discovery of my life. Here is from Wikipedia: “Instant noodles are a precooked and usually dried noodle block, sold with flavoring powder and/or seasoning oil, usually in a separate packet…Dried noodle blocks are cooked or soaked in boiling water…”

Imagine! You come to a store, look for Ramen soups, pay $1 for 5 or 6 packages of different flavors and then you are a happy child, woman or man! Is not it wonderful?

MY FRIEND RAMEN

MY FRIEND RAMEN

Suppose you are with a small child in a place where children are running together as wild beasts. You can’t leave a child alone but from time to time you need to feed her or him. In such a case Ramen is your best friend! You need only a minute and a child is on her/his way to happiness.

When they were younger all of our grandchildren stayed with me for some time in Pocono Manor (a time-sharing place) and all of them loved Ramen soup. They called it “Grandpa’s soup”.

One of the reasons they loved it so much was that they could choose a flavor. Certainly, they chose different flavors almost daily.

One Sunday our friends with 6 years old granddaughter Ann visited us. They told us that they had only two hours as the girl had a bad appetite and was very choosy.

We knew that her Grandma was a good chemist and she was also extremely proud that she was an excellent cook.

It was a hot sunny day and everyone was at the pool. Then I said: “Ann, we have 5 grandchildren of different ages and all of them love my soup. You know, they especially love to choose a flavor for the soup. What do you love more: chicken, shrimp, beef or original flavor? Make a choice and I cook it for you very fast”.

Her Grandma said: “JF, she will not eat anything you give her!”

Ann told me: “I don’t know what is original but I want it!”

We went to our suit and in a minute she was eating my soup with a great gusto. After she finished it I gave her chicken with potatoes and she gave this dish full attention too.

When we returned to the pool Ann said: “Grandma, I’ve never had anything so delicious in my life!”

My friend Ramen was very proud!

BASED ON MY 8TH PAINTING

BASED ON MY 8TH PAINTING