An Ordinary Morning In Russia Somewhere in the middle of Russia or in Perm to be exactly...

Britain’s Got Talent I was surfing the Internet when I stumbled across TV show Britain’s Got Talent. We actually have our own version of this show in Russia called Минута славы, which I never had the desire to watch, but I really liked the British version. As a person who likes to read books from the end I started to watch Britain’s Got Talent from the fourth season. The thing that impressed me about the show is the way how people got on their feet every time they saw something they really liked. The most entertaining part for me is auditions; after that it is not as interesting especially since the acts that I like never win. I even managed to learn a few new words through this show. Of course I heard quite a lot of words that I still do not know the meaning of. This is probably one of the reasons why I did not like impressions; that and the fact that I have no idea whom they were trying to imitate.

Why is pronoun “her” used in this sentence? I am reading "The Strange Case Of Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde" and there is this sentence "It was a wild, cold, seasonable night of March, with a pale moon, lying on her back as though the wind had tilted her, " When I've read it my first thought was "Why her". I am confused

A Compassionate Tramp It was rather cool day if you could say that about a 24-degree warmth. I think you could considering that it was 32 just a few days before. That day the air was more fresh and it became easier to breath in the overheated city. I packed my bag and went to a bus stop so I could go to a bus station and then to a small village where my former neighbour lives. She and her husband, who passed away long time ago, used to look after me for a few hours sometimes when I was a kid. She is 81 now and it's a bit hard for me to see how aged she became. Visiting my former neighbour was not what I wanted to share when I started this entry. The reason why I started to write it was a man I met at the bus stop. I almost got there when I first saw him. He had a messy hair and a dirty beard, not to mention that he really smelled. Despite of warm weather he wore a black coat. Meeting with such a man usually ends with them asking for some cash or a cigarette. He definitely spotted me and for some reason he decided to come to me. I passed by him but he went after me anyway. I tensed for a while not knowing what he wanted. The thing he said was the last thing I expected to hear. The man told me that a dog was hit by a car right in front of a kid. He was upset about this accident but I did not understand what made him feel worse, the accident itself or that some kid saw it. He complained about the lack of undercrossings in the city and how there are plenty of them in Moscow so such an accident could not happen there. Personally I think it is a bit naive to believe that everything is better in there only because it is Moscow. After that he changed the subject and started to talk about politics M. Gorbachev to be specific and that he was the president once. Who knows what else he would told me if my bus has not arrived at that exact moment. The whole situation was kind of surreal for me. This man who for some reason sank to the lower depths of society but still has some compassion and intelligence made me think that we should not judge people only by their look.

Friendly Face This is a friendly face that I have met outside on a rainy weekend day. It even made me smile and enlightened my mood.