Sobolevka
Last Week on the Road
My Epic Journey So Far
Today’s Weather Report
Day 289, Sobolevka: It’s a moody 17.75°C out here, but to my stone-cold gnome skin, it feels like a brisk 16.44°C. Overcast clouds, eh? Making the sky look like my cousin’s grumpy face after a night of fermented dandelion juice. The humidity’s at a low 33%, making my beard as dry as my jokes. And the wind at 3.53 m/s? That’s a light breeze to you, but remember, I’m a gnome – it’s a full-blown hair-raising experience for me! Weather like this makes a gnome wish he’d packed his gnome-sized windbreaker.
Sobolevka Standstill Shenanigans
One interesting observation that caught my attention was the peculiar pace of life here in Sobolevka. People here seem to live by the local saying: “Торопиться – дело молодых, медленно идти – дело стариков.” (Hurry is a young man’s job, going slow is an old man’s job.) The calm and leisurely rhythm of Sobolevka reminds me that it’s not always about the distance covered, but the moments savored.
In my 289 days on the road, I’ve traveled 8545.0 kilometers and made stops in some fascinating places like Bashmakovo, Lermontovo, and Krutets. Each city, including Sobolevka, has added unique stitches to the tapestry of my journey.
Even though I didn’t cross any borders today, I still experienced the rich diversity of Russia’s heartland. It’s like they say here, “В гостях хорошо, а дома лучше.” (Being a guest is good, but being at home is better.) This phrase, my friends, encapsulates the spirit of my journey. Traveling is great, but the feeling of familiarity and comfort that comes with understanding a place is unparalleled.
As for local songs, the verses of the popular folk song “Ой, то не вечер” (Oh, it’s not evening yet) echo in the streets of Sobolevka, adding a magical musical backdrop to my stay.
So, my friends, remember, even if you don’t cover any physical distance, there’s always a journey to be had. As the local philosopher, Ivan Kireyevsky, once said, “В великом покое великий трепет.” (In great peace, there is a great tremble.) There are always adventures to be had, even in stillness.
До скорой встречи! (See you soon!) Your grumpy but jolly gnome, Oliver.
Wandering Sobolevka’s Streets
Gnome’s Eager Palette Fumble
Painted en plein air while taking in the sights of Sobolevka.
— Oliver the Gnome, aspiring artist
Sobolevka: Musically Architectural!
Another fascinating aspect of Sobolevka is its breathtaking architecture. The city’s skyline is adorned with Tsarist-era buildings, reminiscent of the works of Alexander Pushkin, a great Russian poet. One such building is the iconic Sobolevka Palace, a testament to the city’s rich past. As the locals say, “Дома говорят о нашей истории“, “The houses speak of our history”.
Sobolevka, a city that sings tales of the past, and whispers melodies of the future, truly is a Russian jewel.
Sun Flapjacks and Winter’s Farewell
In the heart of Russia, the quaint village of Sobolevka holds a unique tradition called “Масленица” (Maslenitsa), known as Butter Week. It’s a week-long festivity marking the end of winter. People make блины (bliny), Russian pancakes, symbolizing the sun’s warmth and light as spring approaches. “Блины всегда вкусны,” (Bliny are always tasty) locals often say. On the last day, they create a straw effigy named Масленица (Maslenitsa), representing winter, and burn it to symbolise welcoming the spring. It’s a blend of solemnity and joy, a tradition that captures the spirit of Sobolevka.
See you tomorrow!
