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Ladies and gentlemen, my inner kid is very happy. Today for the first time in my life I've seen brownian movement of particles under the microscope with my own eyes. Then I also observed how erythrocytes jerk and crawl. Life is everywhere! Now it's so much more interesting to play with them! Should I, maybe, try sticking E.coli under the microscope... They say I won't be able to see it, though. Well, anyways, the value of my profession for me definitely increases.

Господа, у меня случилась детячья радость. Я сегодня в первый раз в мелкоскоп наблюдала Броуновское движение. А потом ещё видела, как дрыгаются и медленно переползают эритроциты. Аааа! Всюду жизнь! Теперь с ними играться стало в разы интереснее. Надо, что ли, Эширихию нашу Коли под мелкоскоп засунуть... Говорят, правда, что я там её не разгляжу. В общем, ценность профессии растёт на глазах.
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My second time out to a bar was with a completely different group of people - and it made HUGE difference. Summarizing and very well characterizing feature of the evening was a cup of water with home-made cookies after the bars were closed. Ruth, you're the best!
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Второй раз ходила ночью в субботу в бар, на этот раз с компанией ДнДшников. И знаете, это был совсем другой опыт. И вода с самодельными печеньками после закрытия бара - великолепный подводящий итоги и характеризующий весь вечер штрих.
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Choiсes, choiсes... A great song of my soul!

I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I'm far away from home
And I've been facing this alone
For much too long
I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I've been looking back to find
Where I went wrong
Too much love will kill you
If you can't make up your mind
Torn between the lover
And the love you leave behind
You're headed for disaster
'cos you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you
Every time
I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be
And it seems like there's no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all I ever do is bring you down
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can't you see that it's impossible to choose
No there's no making sense of it
Every way I go I'm bound to lose
Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It'll drain the power that's in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you
Every time
Too much love will kill you
It'll make your life a lie
Yes, too much love will kill you
And you won't understand why
You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end...
In the end.

Queen.
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Since my device does not have cyrillic layout and I'm too lazy to do the transliteration trick, the post will be in English.

Where does the very first impression of a city come from? Well, everywhere. Those smiling faces in the arrivals hall of the airport. Neatness and comfort of the inside of the building. Tricky and confusing signs guiding you to the exit and the train station. Dirty station. Comfortable trains. Cheerful conductor. Helpful and friendly people you meet in the train and on your way to the hotel. Beggars, demanding money. Graffiti on the walls. Lights of the city. Broken glass. Music in the streets. Theaters you pass on the way. Beautiful and gorgeous buildings in the downtown. Scary backstreets. Shiny Chinatown. Delicious food. Traffic jams. A lot of police.
My relationship with Philadelphia started as a love and hate relationship. And it is totally right: this city is the point of growth.

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