Saturday 21st August
We leave Moscow going to Novgorod, on the road To Saint Petersburg. Michal tells us something during the voyage, he's already
been there, too, it will be wonderful. We decide with the BMC where to meet at the arrival and we divide just out Moscow: we
proceed fast, but the road is long, we arrive there at 6 pm. We find the hotel at once, it's called like he legendary hero of
the city: Sadko. In the hall there's a big painting which represents him, really beautiful and coloured....
There are also two shopes where everybody buys all the souvenirs we missed, Brave-heart can fill the broken bag he has (also if
empty it seemed already full of thiing, Alena and I buy other matrioskas, tins, a wooden hat... (Someone tells me that in that
zone there are a lot of birch woods and with its bark they make a lot of things: bags, hats, paintings,
trays... in ancient times they used birch bark to write)
Michal buys the book about Sadko, and tells us what he reads: he's a legendary prince, at a lake he fishes a fish whih gives
him advices ... then? - I don't know, the history is long, I've read just 4 pages...!-
I go in our room, my relatives call me from Italy: my cousin Claudia has dead. She has been in hospital for a long time, but
everybody thought she would get over. I feel badly now, I sit on the bad and I begin remembering all my youthness, the
memory of me as a child, with her and my sisters, when we grew we went about less and less. I cry all evening long, I can't
stop even at restaurant, drops everywhere ... Restaurant was nice, just the three of us, I didn't want to talk, there was music.
When we come back we find all the clients there (Cesare and Giorgio, too) at the hotel restauranta, they had already eaten and
were looking at the show, Francesco was disturbed by a "terrible and ugly" girl, as he said, who wanted him to dance ...
There weren't enough rooms in the hotel and they were just single rooms, so Michal had to enter secretly in mine and Leopoldo
in Francesco's one. (he didn't sleep with Francesco, we gave him a little foam-rubber mattress to put on the floor). We were
going around in the hall waiting the good moment, then we noticed that the woman at the reception desk was playing on the
computer, so that we could go without any problem.
Sunday 22nd August
We have brakfast, it's included in the price. We put in order the car, it's a disaster! They take a picture of us while we show
what we have bought: I've got the nwe hat, bought the day before
Then we begin the walk towards the center, along the river, we cross the bridge, what a peaceful place!
Michal looks for the places to repeat the photos taken 20 years ago, he finds them, - here I wan with my granmother, like this,
now come here with me- Oh thanks!
We take some pictures, then we enter fortress, the weather's fine, it's so nice! We rise a a very steep stair and we meet some
guys who tell us to go with them, up there photos will be better. Nobody go, just Michal, the habitual irresponsible. We wait
for him half an hour, then he appears from a loop-hole in the middle of the tower, then from an other loop-hole we see his
hand, then he again, then tha hand again, and so on.. We understand he's walking close to the wall.
In fact he tells us that in the inside there was a cornice 5 or 6 meters from the ground. He takes a picture of Alena and I,
there were just us when he came back.
We go on on the outside, on the beach, then we go to the statue, the "guys" go seeing the guns, (there are three girls there).
and then by bus, (a pre-war bus full of crowd) we go visiting the abbey. The "guys" don't even enter, on the outside there are
the stalls, we look around quickly, everywhere you can breathe stillness.
The sky has become grey,
you can confuse the spires with the clouds.
Then, on foot, we go to the museum of wooden house, which is in the open air. You can enter some house, they have been rebuilt
with original materials, remembering how they used to live in the past. There are churches, farmhouses, ovens, stalls.. and
everything in a big lawn, with many trees around. Every now and then it rains, but everybody has an umbrella.
Aspettiamo il pulman alla fermata...
Coming back we go around in the town, Michal wants taking other photos like the ones he took 20 years ago ... (I'm always at
the place of his grandmother, what a tiring thing...)
These are some of the photo Michal took 20 years ago:
.. and these are the ones of today!
We go eating at the restaurant of the day before, but in two different tables because we can't put them together. Leopoldo with
us,
and the others together. At the dessert we dscuss with the waiter: Francesco has received a strawberry icecream instead of chocolate,
Michal (who always translates meny for everybody) told icecream was just chocolate flavour, but there has been a
misunderstanding, there was written chocolate icecream, but they meant icecream with a little bit of chocolate on it. Francesco
doesn't want it and gives it back to the waiter, but in the bill they want us to pay -I won't pay, for
principle!!-
The others convince him - it costs just 500 lire!-
We've already gone out, we wanna try to go on the boat, Leopoldo's always with us. It's really cold on the boat, and we are
sleepy, too. Leopoldo begins to sleep and Alena, having fun, tries to imitate him. And Michal, too. The tour doesn't end,
almost two hours, slowly in the cold of the air. At any rate the banks are a continue surprise..
We arrive at the hotel terribly sleepy, Michal doesn't even want to dine, he goes directly to sleep.
We find the others at the bar, where you can also eat. They are debating with Leopoldo, he's secure in his opinion:
-if the girl doesn't speack Italian I don't even want to meet her, and she has to be unmarried, without children and she's not
to be taller than 1.70 m and not older than 35 years old- -But you won't find her, (Francesco) you have to listen to my
suggests, I've got more experience ...- And so on for an hour. We've eaten a steak with frech fried, we don't even take a
coffe, we go to sleep, we leave them going on with the discussion...
to be continued ....
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