posted by
selkie at 08:56am on 21/04/2006
This exchange is not particularly funny out of its context, but it is very meaningful to me, so I thought I'd jot it down.
*Morning in the Rami-Selkie household. Cats screaming outside the bedroom door. Tranquil morning sounds. It is 7:20 AM.*
S: That's why I love you, honey, your innocence and your knowledge of post-WWI Russia.
R: I know about pre-WWI Russia too!
S: My baby knows what a Menshevik is!
R: I think most of the world know what a Menshevik is. What they don't know about is the Revolution of 1905.
S: *pictures her rose-and-cream wife exiling people to the tundra* ...Or the Kodhynka Field Disaster!
R: It was the gold coins.
S: Not the beer? And the little enamel cups?
R: *most gravely* No, no. They ran out of gold coins. And the people were poor! They needed money. And they were drunk. So they trampled each other. And people just don't CARE when they're drunk.
S: So it was the gold coins.
R: *sadly, sadly* Nicky just got off to a bad start.
(For the record, I never read that they had gold coins. I just thought the breadrolls had run out.)
7:30 AM:
S: And then they went to a French diplomatic ball to show that they were all Westernised.
R: The trampled people?
S: No, the Romanovs! (I was not awake enough to say Romanovikhi.)
R: Oh, okay, because I was thinking, it could have been like, ZOMBIE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL.
*Morning in the Rami-Selkie household. Cats screaming outside the bedroom door. Tranquil morning sounds. It is 7:20 AM.*
S: That's why I love you, honey, your innocence and your knowledge of post-WWI Russia.
R: I know about pre-WWI Russia too!
S: My baby knows what a Menshevik is!
R: I think most of the world know what a Menshevik is. What they don't know about is the Revolution of 1905.
S: *pictures her rose-and-cream wife exiling people to the tundra* ...Or the Kodhynka Field Disaster!
R: It was the gold coins.
S: Not the beer? And the little enamel cups?
R: *most gravely* No, no. They ran out of gold coins. And the people were poor! They needed money. And they were drunk. So they trampled each other. And people just don't CARE when they're drunk.
S: So it was the gold coins.
R: *sadly, sadly* Nicky just got off to a bad start.
(For the record, I never read that they had gold coins. I just thought the breadrolls had run out.)
7:30 AM:
S: And then they went to a French diplomatic ball to show that they were all Westernised.
R: The trampled people?
S: No, the Romanovs! (I was not awake enough to say Romanovikhi.)
R: Oh, okay, because I was thinking, it could have been like, ZOMBIE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL.
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(In completely unrelated news: I found out yesterday that I had gotten the dates wrong for the trip to Washington: we're arriving May 18th and leaving May 24th, not May 22nd. Doesn't change anything much since it adds two weekdays to our trip, so you'll be working, but I thought I should let you know anyways. :) )
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*toddles off*
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R: The trampled people?
S: No, the Romanovs! (I was not awake enough to say Romanovikhi.)
R: Oh, okay, because I was thinking, it could have been like, ZOMBIE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL.
Actually, that's hilarious. : )
You've seen Russian Ark?
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Yeah, and I think most of the world know who Zeydl Rovner was. This is why big-picture perspective is often helpful. :)
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Oh, and his real name was Josef Marogowsky, the spelling of which tends to change depending on who wrote it and when. The nickname "Zeidl" came about because he had a very grandfatherly demeanor, even as a young man, and "Rovner" because he was from Rovno.
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