By Marina Tsvetaeva
Translated by Ilya Shambat
The gypsy passion of parting!
You meet it - and you take flight!
I dropped the arms and the forehead
And think staring into the night:
No one, digging in our letters,
Understood in all depth
How we're sacrilegious - that is
How we in each other have faith..
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The DC area had a collective nervous breakdown on Friday because our snow forecast for Saturday went from negligible to possibly a couple of inches. We failed to buy bottled water and toilet paper, so we're hoping the sky does not fall over the weekend. I worked in the morning, posted a review of Voyager's still-entertaining "The Killing Game", and had cats circling me because I turned on the space heater. After lunch, we took Maddy to work and stopped in the park for a bit.
Then we came home and finished working while watching a couple of eighth season episodes of "Bones" (I know people say it jumped the shark by then, but the one with Booth's mother was quite good). We had dinner with my parents, discussed the news, then came home and saw the first episode of Emerald City, which is visually arresting and decently acted but I have no idea where the story is going and I'm finding the good witch scarier than the bad witch. From the VMFA's Russian art collection:
Faberge Firm rabbit bell push and pitcher
1899 silver gilt and enamel card case by Ivan Saltykov
Terrestrial globe by Faberge's Erik August Kollin
Charkas and salt cellars by the Faberge Firm
Kovsh by Maria Semenova, 1908
Enamel box by Feodor Ruckert featuring Bogatyr at the Crossroads by Victor Vasnetsov
A collection of Faberge flowers and vases
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