sorry to start it so early, but it's almost Monday here, and I am not sure my server will behave tomorrow morning - they posted a vague warning that anything might happen, with the thunderstorms and all. So:
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As everyone already knows, I am a Russian bear. I don't know what I can add because my background and everything I can tell about myself is so remote, not only geographically, but first and foremost culturally and socially, from what is familiar to you my friends... I promised to Fruno (where the hell is he again???) and Jayson to post memoirs, and I swear I already started writing them, to make my country and its twisted Soviet and post-Soviet period a little more understandable.
Before the Revolution of 1917, my Grandmother was a countess - a real live one, you know, who would believe that? She had to conceal it all her life whenever it was possible; when it wasn't, she suffered for that. But although she lost her house, her social status and all her possessions, she did keep her manners, her French, her humor and her immense intelligence; if you ask me who influenced me most in life, it was she.
My mother studied history in our University... and then she was post-graduate... and then the big International Conference came, with participation of foreigners (from capitalist countries! from behind the iron curtain! oh what a really big event for mid-60s!)... in addition to being a brilliant, promising young scholar, my mother spoke a perfect French, a tradition of our family... so she was allowed to actually mix with the French side.
It was all Susan and Roland, of course. The French historian happily went back to his advanced-progressive-democratic-civilized France, leaving my pregnant mother here, behind the iron curtain, and never, ever tried to find out how she was. Luckily, she (or rather Grandma?) was wise enough not to let anyone know my father was French (capitalis, remember?), or else the end would have been very close to that of Susan's story, too.
At school I made friends with three boys; we were called the Musketeers, - the bear as Athos, Michael (lives in Paris) as Porthos, Alexander (lives in London) as Aramis, and one more Alexander (still here in St.Petersburg) as our D'Artagnan. We've remained friends for ever, almost 40 years by now. It's Michael and Alexander who now make it possible for me to travel.
My youth was very eventful, but explaining the context would take volumes.
I am married to the best woman in the world, her name is Helen. I play a number of musical instruments and speak a number of languages; my formal education is 7 years of in-depth philosophy, but I chose the life of an itinerant free-lance teacher-consultant-interpreter-translator - anything, if fact, connected with language, Russian or foreign. I was raised and educated a Communist and Atheist, but that's too long a story... and this story is already becoming way too long.
In a word, this site is one of the very best thing that ever happened to me in my long and eventful life!