Today we went to Grammar class, and then proceeded to an excursion to the Дом Музей, a museum made out of the home of the famous Russian painter Виктор Михаилович Васнецов, Most of his famous works are of Russian fairy tales, which means that I am fully capable of cooing over them, and wanting to read or re-read the original story. I am going to find a way to get my hands on a copy or poster of one or two of his paintings. I am. This is not a joke. Of what I’ve seen, my favorite is tied between “Katschei the Deathless”, “Flying Carpet”,“The Frog Princess”, and a portrait of his son, Миша. Please note, these names are approximate translations, and should be taken with a grain of salt. At any rate, he liked to paint images from fairy tales. I’m very fond of fairy tales. I like reading them, and I like playing with them in the context of stories. Thus, I am very fond of his paintings.
As for the rest of his house, it was a fairly standard house of that time, with four rooms you could actually go into and a large room upstairs, although I’m not exactly sure what purpose it served in the original house. Now it serves as a gallery for some of his paintings. Very impressive. Almost as impressive as the бабушка who came and scolded Владимир Алексеевич for giving us a guided tour. Apparently, she was unhappy with him because he wasn’t part of the museum. Don’t look at me, I didn’t understand the argument enough to figure it out.
And... that was it for the day. Nothing too amazing, I know, but that’s ok with me. I like the calm. I like that I’m settling in here, and I like that I get to see nifty things without that taking over my life. As an added bonus, Carley’s almost finished her copy of Game of Thrones, and is willing to let me read it once she’s done, which should give me something to do at night and on the metro. Besides, I’ve heard good things.
... I promise I won’t forget to go see Moscow because I’ve gotten lost in it. Honest!
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