{"id":2282,"date":"2019-09-23T06:04:04","date_gmt":"2019-09-23T06:04:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/juliacore.com\/beyondthebarre\/?p=2282"},"modified":"2026-04-05T23:18:23","modified_gmt":"2026-04-05T23:18:23","slug":"trip-to-russia-day-2-moscow-off-to-the-left-trough-sparrow-hills-to-the-city","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/juliacore.com\/beyondthebarre\/2019\/09\/23\/trip-to-russia-day-2-moscow-off-to-the-left-trough-sparrow-hills-to-the-city\/","title":{"rendered":"Russia. Day 2. Moscow. Off to the left, through Sparrow Hills to the City"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cIf you want to see a city like a local and understand it, visit a market, a train station, and a cemetery.”<\/p>\n

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On our second day, we took a turn from my apartment building to the left, towards Neskuchny Garden<\/a>. In Russian, the name of this park means something like Not Boring or Merry Garden. It is the oldest park in Moscow laid out in the 1700s by a merchant Prokofy Demidov. To guard it, he posted his servants all over the place. From top to bottom, the guards were covered in white chalk and looked like usual garden sculptures. When visitors were misbehaving or breaking something, \u201cthe statues\u201d would start moving and talking. Rumors about live statues in Demidov garden spread throughout Moscow and crowds poured in to check out the miracle. This is when the garden got the reputation of a not boring one.<\/p>\n

This palace which belonged to Demidov, was the center of the garden. It changed hands many times. In the 1830s, Nicolas I bought it for his wife Alexandra Fedorovna.\u00a0After the revolution, in 1930s, this palace was given to the Russian Academy of Sciences for its Presidium.<\/p>\n

Access to the grounds has never been restricted to the public and it was my shortcut on the way to school in grades 1-10. This garden had the most luxurious lilac trees. If you happen to make friends with police guarding it, and those guys were always my friends, they would let you into the garden late at night to cut some of the lilac and bring it home. Every year, on May 21, I would bring armfuls of gigantic lilac branches for my mother\u2019s birthday. They were her favorite flowers. It you weren\u2019t friendly with police, you still could get flowers by climbing through the fence separating the courtyard of my building and that of the Academy. You just had to be careful and try not to get caught. I don\u2019t remember anyone ever being caught or punished.<\/p>\n

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Once we cut through the Academy, we came into the courtyard of the next apartment building. Back when I was in school, that building was referred to as The Sixteenth \u2014 this was its number on Leninsky Prospekt. Mine was Twelfth and The Academy was Fourteenth.<\/p>\n

That Sixteenth courtyard had the best hills for sleigh riding imaginable: steep on one side, easy on the other. My grandmother first brought me here when I was five and we just moved to Leninsky Prospect. Later, I was bringing little Anton.<\/p>\n

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These hills are so overgrown now. And here’s this civilized paved path between them \u2014 benches on either side. Does anyone even sleigh here anymore?<\/p>\n

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The best hill was in the middle. If you could get a good load on the sleigh \u2014 two or three people \u2014 and the front rider could properly steer, you could slide under three bridges along the long trail all the way to the Moskva River. And then it would be the longest trip to pull the sleigh back up.<\/p>\n

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We took a little detour to look at this four story building. I remember it as brownish gray. Today, it is some indefinable pink. It was my school where I studied from the first grade to the tenth, until college.<\/p>\n

The two windows on the second floor, to the right of the awning, are the classroom #23 where I started learning the English language. I was in the second grade. My teacher\u2019s name was Nina Sergeevna Pankratova.<\/p>\n

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The grounds of the school were protected by a metal fence. We couldn\u2019t get close and returned back to the park. I remember this former summer house that, in the 1800s, belonged to Count Fyodor Orlov, as a library or a reading hall. You could go and read there but you couldn\u2019t check the books out.<\/p>\n

My family and friends called this place \u201cgulianka\u201d or a place to go for a walk. The word was made up by my mother to mark the place where we were getting together with other little kids and their mothers. Anton spent here the first seven years of his life.<\/p>\n

My mother was a firm believer in the benefits of fresh air for the little children and Anton was taken here twice daily \u2014 rain or shine or snow, hell or high water. Life in our house revolved around Anton\u2019s outings to gulianka. To make thing fun, my mom and I put together a group of women with the children of approximately the same age. The core group was made of three Antons, Koliunya, Kiriusha, Tyoma, Anechka, Phillip and his brother Masik. There were other kids floating in and out. But those were the solid core.<\/p>\n

During food shortages of the 90s, mothers of our gang masterfully borrowed kids from each other to stand on line when food was rationed to the number of people present in line. In turn, our children knew to refer to each other as siblings, change clothes to create a new look for each new shopping \u201cparent.\u201d They loved each other. They fought. The mothers made a pretty tight group, too. So kids\u2019 shenanigans would not ruin adult relationships, the mothers made a rule not to interfere into fights until first blood. And if there were issues, somehow each of the mothers was able to produce some proof that it was her child\u2019s fault and not that of the other. We had campfires here and roasted potatoes. Done with nursing, we would bring drinks to have a party as kids rolled in the snow, in puddles, in sand, in piles of coal. Why was that coal there?<\/p>\n

These nine met when in diapers sleeping in their prams. Together they entered the first grade in that pink school.<\/p>\n

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Further into the park, we came to this 17th century grotto. It was a fantastic place for hide-and-seek and for hiding talismans signifying forever friendships. There still might be pieces of a broken glass that my friend Oxana and I \u2014 sixth graders \u2014 buried to proclaim eternal loyalty to each other.<\/p>\n

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A monument dedicated to the 800th anniversary of Moscow. One of my most hated places in the park. Memories of this beautiful rotunda are forever tainted with those of the outdoor PE classes in Neskuchny Garden: cross country skiing in winter, track and field in spring. I especially hated skiing \u2014 dragging to school not only a backpack, but a pair of skis, poles, walking in those stupid ski shoes, freezing in the beginning of the class, then sweating and freezing in the end. Every day in winter, I was hoping for -21\u00b0C so outdoor activities would be cancelled.<\/p>\n

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This walk from my apartment through Neskuchny Sad to Sparrow Hills<\/a> to Kievskaya train station was one those hikes we did routinely. I walked this route many times \u2014 there and back \u2014 alone or with my dad talking about things. We took all family guests and friends on this walk. During my high school and college days, it was the path to check the endurance and “interests and pursuits” of cute boys floating around.<\/p>\n

As soon as little Anton got on his feet and going, probably at the age of three, my dad took him on this walk. They came back with Anton obviously grinding his teeth and holding back tears and my dad disappointed:<\/p>\n

\u2014 You’d better check this kid\u2019s boots. Looks like he needs a new pair, \u2014 dad snapped and went to his desk.<\/p>\n

My mom and I rushed to Anton, to see what was wrong. Those were the very new boots. They were just handed down from the son of our neighbor two years Anton’s senior. What could have been wrong? We pulled them off. In one of the boots, there was a gigantic beaded button, from one of my sewing projects, with a pointed metal loop sticking out, which was obviously digging into Anton’s hill the whole time.\u00a0<\/p>\n

The hike \u2014 there and back \u2014 takes three and a half hours. At least.<\/p>\n

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Across the river, there\u2019s Luzhniki Arena<\/a>, where, in 1980, they had the opening and closing ceremonies of the 1980 Olympic Games.<\/p>\n

All major sports events take place there. Also in Luzhniki, my brother Alesha started his tennis training that took him up to the top and, then, down to the bottom.<\/p>\n

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We climbed up the Sparrow Hills to the observation square. This was a fantastic place to watch fireworks \u2014 the entire skyline would be constantly lit with shots coming from all over. I was here to watch fireworks only once or twice. Once. With my fear of crowds, I preferred my balcony \u2014 we could see blasts from at least six different locations.<\/p>\n

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If you turn your back to the Sparrow Hills observation square, you’d face the main building of the Moscow State University<\/a>, the headquarters of my school. This building houses the administrative offices, dormitories, one or two departments \u2014 Geology and Geography, I believe \u2014 and, in one wing, there are professors\u2019 apartments. Other departments are spread all over town. Mine is by the Red Square.<\/p>\n

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And here\u2019s little Charlotte on the steps of the school her grandma helped to build and her mother studied at.<\/p>\n

This skyscraper was erected in the 1950s when my mother studied here. Students were required to participate in the construction work. At home, we have pictures of my mom from that time on the construction site.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Thoughts of transfer on Charlotte’s mind?<\/p>\n

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Here\u2019s something new. In the place where a trampoline for high ski jumps stood, there is now a cable track and cars.<\/p>\n

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We took a ride in a cable car across the Moskva River from the Sparrow Hills to Luzhniki complex. The day was hot and the breeze from the water felt good.<\/p>\n

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Luzhniki complex with its alleys and arenas was deserted. August \u2014 everyone was away in camps and on vacations. We probably passed the building where I played handball while in middle school.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s the Olympic torch with a figure of little Misha the Bear, the symbol of the 1980 Moscow\u00a0Olympic Games<\/a>, which were boycotted by the United States over the war in Afghanistan.<\/p>\n

When, during the closing ceremony, they launched a Misha balloon into the air over Luzhniki, we were watching him go up and up into the sky from our apartment balcony as a teary song was transmitted over radio and TV.<\/p>\n

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Novodevichy Monastery<\/a> and its cemetery. The monastery is now active and monks do not appreciate visitors. The cemetery is another story \u2014 it is open to the public. Tourists from all over the world pour here by busloads. The cemetery is a historic and literary memorial, a museum of sculpture under the open sky, an inspiration to live, enjoy life, and to keep going.<\/p>\n

Some call this place the Russian Pantheon. There are people here who shaped the history of the country. Their names were in our school textbooks, their faces on television. Victims are buried next to their tormentors. Sculptors are buried next to the monuments they created. There are so many interesting stories among these graves. There\u2019s nothing sad or depressing here. Moscovites come to this garden for a walk, to read the names engraved on stones as memories bring back poems and music. And inspire.<\/p>\n

The cemetery consists of three parts: the old, the new, and the very new. Although the layout is quite confusing, we found almost everyone we were looking for.<\/p>\n

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Here\u2019s Alexander Vertinsky<\/a> \u2014 a poet, a singer, a composer, an actor.\u00a0The shape of his grave reminds of a grand piano, his instrument of choice.<\/p>\n

During the 1920s, Vertinsky emigrated from Russia and spent more than 20 years abroad. He came back in the middle of the Second World War. He was crazy popular, but officially he never really existed. He was never on the radio. No stories about him in the media.<\/p>\n

My dad\u2019s mother and aunt were very fond of him and played his music at home all the time. They tried to get to his concerts whenever possible. My dad\u2019s aunt told me this story. When Vertinsky returned from abroad, he was so happy and overwhelmed to be back at home that he put his suitcases down and got on his knees to kiss the ground. When he got up, his suitcases we gone. According to the legend, he sighed: \u201cI recognize you, Mother Russia.”<\/p>\n

At his funeral, his wife tore a piece of paper out of her notebook and put it in his coffin, saying: \u201cHe\u2019s a poet. What if he decides to write something.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n

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Uncle Stiopa Mikhalkov<\/a>. He is mostly known for children\u2019s poetry and fables. One day, he published a poem in \u201cPravda\u201d newspaper called \u201cSvetlana.\u201d Stalin, who had a daughter with the same name really like that poem. After that, Sergei Mikhalkov did not have any problems. He was even summoned to write the words to the Soviet National Anthem<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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This is ballerina Galina Ulanova<\/a>. Her fragile silhouette carved into a rough white stone is there to reflect the sophistication of her lines and strength of her character.<\/p>\n

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Beloved circus actor and a movie star Yuri Nikulin<\/a>. He is sitting here on his overcoat and having a cigarette. His dog Fedor is nearby. There are always fresh flowers on his grave, especially on his birthday.<\/p>\n

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Igor Moiseev<\/a>, the greatest 20th century choreographer of character dance and a founder of the Moiseev Ballet Company. I read somewhere that he was asked about 20 times to join the Communist Party and every time he refused because he was deeply religious.<\/p>\n

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Here are Mstislav Rostropovich<\/a>, one of the greatest cellists and conductors of the 20th century, and his wife, Galina Vishnevskaya<\/a>, an opera singer. During Soviet times, they fell out of favor for their support of Alexandr Solzhenitsyn<\/a>. At first, they were prohibited to perform, then they were denied Soviet citizenship. They lived abroad for 16 years and were allowed to return back in the 1990s.<\/p>\n

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Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev<\/a>. This monument made out black and white marble is supposed to reflect controversial personality of the Soviet leader. The sculptor is Ernst Neizvestny<\/a>. There\u2019s a story here.<\/p>\n

One year during the Khrushchev Thaw, in Moscow, there was an exhibition of artist-nonconformists. Someone decided to bring Nikita Sergeevich to that exhibit. The decision was intentional. Everyone knew that Krushchev hated the modernist stuff. The organizers were expecting the leader to blow up and use his reaction as an excuse to go after the artists. It all happened as expected. Krushchev was screaming, spitting, cursing, stomping his feet. The only person who dared to argue with him was a sculptor Ernst Neizvestny. The leader threatened to sent him to work in uranium mines.<\/p>\n

Ironically, it\u2019s Neizvestny, who was approached by the Krushchev family to make a monument for the grave. And it\u2019s also ironic that nonconformist Neizvestny produced the most realistic head of the leader \u2014 wart and all.<\/p>\n

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This figure reminded me of the days my dad and I were glued to our TV set. I was in the first grade. Mom was away on vacation and dad allowed me to stay up late. And we were not the only ones hooked. Moscow streets were deserted for twelve days when they were showing the miniseries \u201cSeventeen Moments of Spring.\u201d Vyacheslav Tikhonov<\/a> played Shtirlitz \u2014 a Soviet officer who infiltrated into the high levels of Nazi Germany. Here is the actor in that role.<\/p>\n

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Ivan Kozlovsky<\/a>, a great Russian tenor. My grandmother, dad\u2019s aunt, who had never married and never had children of her own, was very fond of opera. Kozlovsky was one of her favorites. She also loved Sergei Lemeshev<\/a> and was absolutely mad about Leonid Sobinov<\/a>. She collected cards with their images in real life and in costumes.<\/p>\n

When I was little, she would sit with me going through her cards telling stories of their lives, retelling opera plots. I remember her walking around the apartment and constantly singing areas from various operas. \u201cEvgeny Onegin\u201c was her favorite. She belonged to the group of women called \u201cSobinistki.\u201d These women were so fond of Leonid Sobinov that, during the war, they gave him and his family their food rations and lined up to help his family with household chores.<\/p>\n

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Andrey Tupolev<\/a>, a Russian and Soviet aviation engineer, under whose guidance more than a hundred types of aircrafts were created. During Stalin’s purges, he was arrested on some dubious charge and sent to a concentration camp, where he continued to work in a secret construction bureau. At the start of the Second World War, he was released and, later, rehabilitated.<\/p>\n

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Another monument we never missed when I was here with my mom. Alexander Bakulev<\/a> was one of the founders of thoracic surgery in the USSR. He was famous for his work with heart defects.<\/p>\n

Two hands are holding a red ruby symbolizing a heart. They say the ruby has been stolen a few times but always replaced.<\/p>\n

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In the old part of the cemetery, there is an area called The Cherry Orchard, where Anton Chekhov<\/a>, Konstantin Stanislavsky<\/a>, and many actors of the Moscow Academic Art Theater are buried. This is the place of Stanislavsky who founded the theater \u2014 a stage curtain with the trademark sign of Chekhov\u2019s Seagull are on his tombstone.<\/p>\n

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Across from Stanislavsky, there is Chekhov himself. The writer died in Germany and was transported to Russia in a train car designed to carry mussels. He was buried here, next to his father. Later, his wife, Olga Knipper-Chekhova<\/a>, was buried here, too. According to people who worked on this monument, it is exactly as tall as Chekhov himself was. The three spears on top are supposed to symbolize the three sisters or, some say, three pillars of life \u2014 Faith, Hope, and Love.<\/p>\n

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This stone called \u201cGolgotha\u201d that is on the grave of Russian writer Mikhail Bulgakov<\/a> has an interesting history. It is so called because it resembles the shape of the mountain where Jesus Christ was crucified.<\/p>\n

A few years before his death, Bulgakov wrote to one oh his friends about Nikolai Gogol<\/a>, the author of a novella \u201cOvercoat,” whom he admired. \u201cTeacher, cover me with your cast iron overcoat,\u201d\u2014 were Bulgakov\u2019s words addressed to Gogol.<\/p>\n

Gogol himself never wanted a monument on his grave. Knowing that, his friend Konstantin Aksakov<\/a> found a plain black stone somewhere in Crimea. This stone, called by the workers of the cemetery Black Sea granite was installed on Gogol’s grave with the inscription of prophet Jeremiah words: \u201cLaugh with my bitter speech.\u201d That was in the 1800s.<\/p>\n

In 1952, Soviet government decided to replace that simple stone on Gogol’s grave with a fancy new bust saying something like: \u201cTo the great Russian artist of words Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol, from the Government of the Soviet Union.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n

The \u201cGolgotha\u201d stone went into storage in the cemetery workshop.<\/p>\n

When Bulgakov\u2019s widow, Yelena Sergeevna, was looking for a tombstone for her husband, she stumbled upon this rock \u2014 either in one of the workshops or in a ditch were the refuse was thrown. She was told that some time ago the stone topped the grave of Nikolai Gogol. She bought the rock and installed it on her husband\u2019s grave upside down so the inscription is now on the bottom.\u00a0The prophecy and Bulgakov\u2019s wish came true.<\/p>\n

And Yelena Sergeevna is now next to her husband.<\/p>\n

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When I was little, this monument impressed me. For a long time, I did not know who that was. It\u2019s the folds of the fabric and the posture of a man with hands in his pockets staring at the ground with the sign \u201cHis soul was chaos\u201d that stuck in my mind. Later I learned that this was the son of Maxim Gorky<\/a>, a Russian writer, whose book \u201cLife of Klimt Samgin\u201d affected me so in high school.\u00a0Vera Mukhina, a sculptor popular in Soviet times, made this image of a person born from stone.<\/p>\n

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One of the most visited places at the cemetery is the grave of Nadezhda Allilueva Stalina<\/a>. She shot herself after a fight with her husband, Joseph Stalin. Many documentaries were filmed about the mystery of her life and death. From what I\u2019ve read and heard, it feels that they truly loved each other and were very close. But as it always happens when two strong personalities try to coexist, life becomes complicated. Some historians say that Stalin was crushed by her death and that particular incident triggered a change in his personality, making him bitter and vengeful, turning him into a tyrant.<\/p>\n

During her funeral, “the leader of the peoples\u201d accused his wife of betraying him. Later, Stalin frequently visited her grave and cried here. His comrades didn\u2019t want their leader to be seen during weak moments or maybe they were afraid of the assassination, so they would not allow anyone here when Stalin was present. Rumor has it they even kicked Vladimir Tatlin<\/a> out of his workshop in the bell tower of the monastery. The great artist returned here only for his final rest.<\/p>\n

Allilueva\u2019s monument was vandalized several times. And it also did not hold up well to the elements. For a while, it was kept under a clear plastic cube. Finally, the original one was moved to the Tretyakov gallery and replaced by an identical copy made out of white marble.<\/p>\n

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Russian writer and journalist Vladimir Gilyarovsky<\/a>. He was called the king of Moscow reporters. He was an expert on all things Moscow\u00a0\u2014 history, architecture, geography, current events, food, elite and common.<\/p>\n

Once he wrote a favorable article about a Lev Tolstoy sculpture. The sculptor was so pleased with the review that he promised to make Gilyarovsky a tombstone of real meteorite to reflect his true character. To that, Gilyarovsky laughed and said that he was not Tolstoy, neither was he planning to die.<\/p>\n

Twenty five years later, Gilyarovsky was buried at this cemetery with his image cut into the meteorite found by that sculptor.<\/p>\n

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It doesn\u2019t seem like the best idea to take your children on their first visit to a country to a cemetery. But when I was little, my mom and grandma brought me here so many times telling the stories they knew, pointing to things. I was always looking forward to the trip. Today, probably, I wanted to come back here myself. And I dragged my family with me.<\/p>\n

Charlotte picked up my vibe, studied the layout, and asked to find Dmitry Shostakovich<\/a>.\u00a0We located the grave on the map of the old part very quickly and then went around in circles for a while not being able see the tombstone \u2014 so small it was compared to others next to it.<\/p>\n

Shostakovich’s granite is decorated with metallic letters and numbers. One thing was missing \u2014 unfortunately. Was it vandalism or reconstruction? Between the dates of his birth and death, there used to be four notes: re, mi-bemol, do, ti. If to write these notes in Latin \u2014 D, Es (or S), C, H \u2014 they would make the initials of the composer\u2019s name \u2014 DSCH. The theme of these four notes was also considered his trademark.<\/p>\n

I was surprised, relieved, and excited when Charlotte unexpectedly picked up the idea of looking for the places of interesting people just for the fun of talking about them, and about who they were, and why they are important to you.<\/p>\n

She verbalized my thoughts on differences in cultural values. Suddenly there was my daughter telling me that the problem was not with me. We talked about how culture can equate with money and status or mean understanding and co-suffering.<\/p>\n

There was this pesky tour guide who tried to weasel his way in to explain how different this cemetery is from all the the others. It is. People buried here are more alive than those walking the streets now.<\/p>\n

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It was time for lunch and I was craving Georgian, one of my favorite cuisines. Georgia is now an independent country. It used to be one of the republics of the former Soviet Union. Its geographic position on the shores of the Black Sea made it a popular summer destination. When I was little, Georgian food was not available in Moscow and we could partake it only during a few brief weeks of summer vacations. Childhood memories of their kabobs, cheese pies, hot and tart sauces, vegetable p\u00e2t\u00e9s, the smell of utskho-suneli and khmeli-suneli will forever be a sign of a special treat and childhood.<\/p>\n

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Right outside of the Novodevichi Cemetery there was this place \u2014 \u201cAt Pirosmani\u2019s<\/a>,\u201d a restaurant named after a Georgian painter Niko Pirosmani<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Artsy and cozy, it was just what we wanted. The time was an odd one \u2014 too late for lunch, too early for dinner. But lately, it has become our time to eat. One advantage to this trait when eating out \u2014 the restaurants are never crowded.<\/p>\n

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We easily got a perfect spot by an open window overlooking traditional Georgian grape vines.<\/p>\n

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The restaurant turned out to be a hot spot for local and international celebrities. There were pictures of Bill Clinton attending some event here with Monica Lewinski, Yoko Ono, Roman Polanski, Richard Gere, prime ministers of Japan, Canada, president of South Korea, prince of Denmark, to name a few.<\/p>\n

And this is what they do here. After a celebrity rubs their butt on a particular chair, a metal plaque is made and attached to the chair of contact. Customers now can either choose whose chair to sit on or to be surprised. I accidentally rubbed my butt with Mick Jagger, Tom \u2014 with former German Chancellor Helmut Kohl. Charlotte got intimate with the Russian poet Bella Akhmadullina, Lizzie \u2014 with the French actress Annie Girardot.\u00a0<\/p>\n

This celebrity overload made the service for mere mortals quite subpar. Our waiter was visibly bored and tired although the day was just beginning. He missed one of our orders, mixed up another one, and lazily blamed that on us. Being fancy, he was not taking notes and our hospitality expert Lizzie says this never works.<\/p>\n

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We started with khachapuri emeruli, a cheese-filled bread that has to be eaten by hand with melting cheese dripping all over your fingers.<\/p>\n

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Major Georgian thing \u2014 a plate of fresh herbs on the table. You can wrap it in bread, eat it by itself, or use it wipe sauce off your plate.<\/p>\n

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Satsivi \u2014 chicken in garlic walnut sauce \u2014 is usually served cold and I\u2019d say the consistency and flavor of it can be compared to that of hummus.<\/p>\n

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Georgian vegetable p\u00e2t\u00e9s \u2014 pkhali. Mmm\u2026 I can eat any version of it at any time of the day. It can be eggplant, leek, beet, spinach. Cooked and finely chopped vegetables are combined with loads of ground walnuts, garlic, fresh herbs, and traditional Georgian spices.<\/p>\n

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Cheremsha \u2014 pickled garlic scapes. Those were nothing special and, honestly, they tasted like they just came out of a can. I remember clearly how great cheremsha tasted from the barrels of Georgian babushkas trading in Moscow markets during the Soviet times.<\/p>\n

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Chicken tapaka \u2014 a young chicken fried under a press in a special pan called tapa. There are quite a few Georgian restaurants around us in the New York-New Jersey area where I have ordered this dish several times and it never worked \u2014 they use a small chicken or quails to cook it. The trick is that the chicken has to be young. Not small, but young \u2014 not much meat but lots of crust and flavor.<\/p>\n

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And of course \u2014 a kabob. We ordered lamb, got veal. Oh, well \u2014 overdone\u2026 The satsibeli sauce \u2014 a tomato-peppery-garlicky concoction \u2014 saved it.<\/p>\n

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Rested and refueled, we continued our walk toward the Russian White House and the new Moscow Business center.<\/p>\n

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We crossed Bogdan Khmelnitsky pedestrian bridge. Here we are at its entrance. The bridge itself is completely enclosed in glass. As you walk, it feels like you\u2019re walking through a shopping mall with all those little stores and eateries.<\/p>\n

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The bridge dumped us onto the Square of Europe, which looked like it still was under construction. The square was supposed to symbolize Russia\u2019s attempt to integrate with the European Union. In the center of this square was a fountain named \u201cAbduction of Europe.\u201d Hmm?..<\/p>\n

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Tom wanted to check out the railroad terminal overlooking the Europe Square (per quote at the start of this post) and we poked into Kievskaya Train Station. The glass roof here was designed by Vladimir Shukhov, the same architect who built the department store adjacent to Red Square. All in all, this is the most elegant train station in Moscow.<\/p>\n

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Hotel Ukraina is one of the seven original Moscow skyscrapers commissioned by Joseph Stalin. It is built on a very low river embankment and a special water retention system was designed to keep this building sound.<\/p>\n

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The House of the Government of the Russian Federation or Russian White House. October of 1993 came to mind. I was already at NYU. It was one of my first conversations with Tom when we were standing in a classroom watching on TV this building being shelled by army tanks.<\/p>\n

Right now, on the top of the building there is a coat of arms. Before 1993, there was a clock. This clock stopped after the very first tank’s strike.\u00a0The artillery activity covered the bottom of the building with black soot. Suggestions were floating that, instead of cleaning the building, the dirty parts should be covered with black marble \u2014 for posterity. But that obviously didn\u2019t happen.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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At that point of the day, we were getting tired but no one wanted to admit it. The Moscow International Business Center was ahead of us. That was something completely new to me. I do not even remember what was in its place when I lived in Moscow. Probably some kind of an industrial zone with falling apart factories.<\/p>\n

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Yes, this is not Burj Khalifa and 57 is not as impressive as 163. And the observation deck was enclosed. The windows were covered with multiple fingerprints, which made taking pictures not possible.<\/p>\n

Lots of light on the streets of Moscow these days. Lots of cars.<\/p>\n

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From here, we opted for a metro ride home. Conveniently, the entrance was at the base of one of these City buildings. New Moscow metro stations are not as impressive as the old ones but my family is used to New York City subway so it didn\u2019t matter. They will have a real subway tour another day.<\/p>\n

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Tired but undefeated, we returned home. After a long hot day on foot, everyone was craving a shower. The hot water was off.<\/p>\n

Another perk of Moscow life. Every summer, for a couple of weeks or so, they turn off hot water for maintenance purposes. Timing is random. As good luck would have it, in my building, they turned it off for the week of our visit. We heated water to wash hair. Then, led by Charlotte \u2014 apparently she\u2019s done it before \u2014 we all took cold showers.<\/p>\n

My technique was to get into the tub staying away from the water, do one arm, another arm, legs, the front of the body. Then \u2014 deep breath, bit lip, eyes closed \u2014 icy water goes on shoulders and back.<\/p>\n

How I did not pass out, I do not know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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