As usual, I have been up to no good. This past Tuesday, the fall semester at the University started, and I am repeating third-year Russian, not because I failed it, but because I found this past summer that I was actually able to use it, and now I want to refine it. Also, as the Russians say, “Repetition is the mother of learning” (повторение мать учение).
Then, this past Thursday, my priest, his wife, two ladies from church, and I travelled to Boston to hear the Sretensky Monastery Choir. WHOA. The best way to describe it was that it was a completely Russian experience. I heard more Russian on Thursday night than I hear in a whole year of Russian classes. The music wasn’t all sacred — lots of folk songs — and after each and every one, either somebody would whistle, or this lady a couple of seats away from us would yell out, “Bravo, BRA-vo!” And the encore…well…they had translations for everything else they sang, but not the encore, so my Russian came in particular use then. Otherwise I would never have understood this:
“Russia was always holy, because it was always an Orthodox nation. Russia is holy, because it is an Orthodox nation. Holy Russia will always be an Orthodox nation!” Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Billy Graham!!
Finally, on a much lighter note, there’s this:
You Scored an A
You got 10/10 questions correct.
It’s pretty obvious that you don’t make basic grammatical errors.
If anything, you’re annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs.
As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they’re only human.
And it’s humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.
Yep. That’s me. The Grammar Nazi. Now you know why it matters so much to me that I get Russian grammar right.