First of all, let me tell you that I don't know English too well, so please
correct any mistakes found.
Into Warcraft - Part I: Fourth Return or Back in Russia.
It happened in the summer of 2003. As a plane made a perfect 10-point landing (or at least, that is what they call it when a plane lands smoothly, right?), a female voice informed me: "We have just landed in Koltsovo Airport.". The voice has continued with the same things that it always said - it was my fourth return to Russia. I looked into the window once again - the sky was dark blue. It was the second flight to which my mother didn't accompany me, so I just stepped out from my seat as the plane stopped - much of my baggage was supposed to be processed somehow - I didn't care how. So I just went to confirm everything with the officials. I was the last one to leave the plane, and a minute after I stepped out of TU- 123 (first prototype made in middle spring 2003), the stairs rolled away. The plane and now the bus weren't very crowded, and as soon as I stepped out of the bus, we all hurried for a nearby building, which was a lot cleaner then the last time I've been in Arrival Center. After I confirmed everything with officials, and received my baggage and turned off my cell phone after I informed my parents that I am no longer on the plane, I went out, finally being both physically and officially in my homeland of Russia.
I was met by my grandmother, Miralda, Andrey's father, Alexander and, surprisingly. Andrey himself, his sister Svetlana, and Alexander Kozelsky's namesake, my best friend Alexander Ponamarev. And of course, Kozelsky's red BMW, which actually looked dark red, if not black, on the effect of time being 22:00.
"Hello." - I (still surprised, but happy) spoke out in Russian - "Well, I certainly didn't expect you three!" - I addressed Alexander, Andrey and Sveta.
"My mother let me come." - explained Alexander (Ponamarev), while the others greeted me in chorus - "so welcome back again!"
"And this time, I am here for two months!" - I said.
"Hurray!" - yelled out Andrey.
My grandmother just smiled at first, but then said - "Well, it's getting cold - let's get in the car!"
"Thanks for the surprise greeting" - I said, and got, no, jumped into the car, followed by both Alexanders (Kozelsky being the one that took the wheel, simply because that no one else here didn't know how to drive), then Sveta (all the... well, youngsters were in the back), then my grandma (in the front seat), and finally Andrey, who barely fit in the back seat, despite the fact that both him and I were extremely thin.
It may be the time to mention that Andrey, Alexander (Ponamarev) and I (Daniel) are 14 years old, Sveta being 20 years old, other Alexander - 45, and Grandma Miralda - 66 years old.
The other details are unimportant - our car arrived to Rosa Luxembourg ST, and stopped at a large, but old light-yellow building, on which the paint already crumbled in several places.
We got out, Andrey tried to open the iron door from the other side, but his father pulled him away, just in case, and my grandma simply opened it with a key. We went up the stairs, until we saw another iron door, with a wooden number glued to it - "7". I pushed small white button allocated on the door, and heard a buzzing sound - soon, my other grandma, Elizabeth, opened the door, and all five of us went in, greeted by: my grandpa, Sergey, and Andrey's mother, Natalia.
"Oh, hello!" - My grandpa started out on Russian, and hten said on English - "How do you do?"
I smiled - both of us still communicated on English - language unknown to Miralda and Andrey.
"I am fine, thank you. How are you?" - I replied.
After the following conversation, we went to our beds. I refused sleeping in the same room with Andrey, knowing that then he will greatly annoy me by telling me yet another version of Starcraft, so I slept in my old bed, Andrey slept in the extra bed for guests, and Alexander (Ponamarev) slept in my parent's sofa (my parents being in Israel, it was also reserved for guests), and I had a real trouble sleeping, after traveling through 3 different time zones away from Israeli one, time inside my head was still set four minutes back, despite the fact that I set the clock to Ekateringburg time.
But eventually, I fell asleep as well.
Into Warcraft - Part I: Fourth Return or Back in Russia.
It happened in the summer of 2003. As a plane made a perfect 10-point landing (or at least, that is what they call it when a plane lands smoothly, right?), a female voice informed me: "We have just landed in Koltsovo Airport.". The voice has continued with the same things that it always said - it was my fourth return to Russia. I looked into the window once again - the sky was dark blue. It was the second flight to which my mother didn't accompany me, so I just stepped out from my seat as the plane stopped - much of my baggage was supposed to be processed somehow - I didn't care how. So I just went to confirm everything with the officials. I was the last one to leave the plane, and a minute after I stepped out of TU- 123 (first prototype made in middle spring 2003), the stairs rolled away. The plane and now the bus weren't very crowded, and as soon as I stepped out of the bus, we all hurried for a nearby building, which was a lot cleaner then the last time I've been in Arrival Center. After I confirmed everything with officials, and received my baggage and turned off my cell phone after I informed my parents that I am no longer on the plane, I went out, finally being both physically and officially in my homeland of Russia.
I was met by my grandmother, Miralda, Andrey's father, Alexander and, surprisingly. Andrey himself, his sister Svetlana, and Alexander Kozelsky's namesake, my best friend Alexander Ponamarev. And of course, Kozelsky's red BMW, which actually looked dark red, if not black, on the effect of time being 22:00.
"Hello." - I (still surprised, but happy) spoke out in Russian - "Well, I certainly didn't expect you three!" - I addressed Alexander, Andrey and Sveta.
"My mother let me come." - explained Alexander (Ponamarev), while the others greeted me in chorus - "so welcome back again!"
"And this time, I am here for two months!" - I said.
"Hurray!" - yelled out Andrey.
My grandmother just smiled at first, but then said - "Well, it's getting cold - let's get in the car!"
"Thanks for the surprise greeting" - I said, and got, no, jumped into the car, followed by both Alexanders (Kozelsky being the one that took the wheel, simply because that no one else here didn't know how to drive), then Sveta (all the... well, youngsters were in the back), then my grandma (in the front seat), and finally Andrey, who barely fit in the back seat, despite the fact that both him and I were extremely thin.
It may be the time to mention that Andrey, Alexander (Ponamarev) and I (Daniel) are 14 years old, Sveta being 20 years old, other Alexander - 45, and Grandma Miralda - 66 years old.
The other details are unimportant - our car arrived to Rosa Luxembourg ST, and stopped at a large, but old light-yellow building, on which the paint already crumbled in several places.
We got out, Andrey tried to open the iron door from the other side, but his father pulled him away, just in case, and my grandma simply opened it with a key. We went up the stairs, until we saw another iron door, with a wooden number glued to it - "7". I pushed small white button allocated on the door, and heard a buzzing sound - soon, my other grandma, Elizabeth, opened the door, and all five of us went in, greeted by: my grandpa, Sergey, and Andrey's mother, Natalia.
"Oh, hello!" - My grandpa started out on Russian, and hten said on English - "How do you do?"
I smiled - both of us still communicated on English - language unknown to Miralda and Andrey.
"I am fine, thank you. How are you?" - I replied.
After the following conversation, we went to our beds. I refused sleeping in the same room with Andrey, knowing that then he will greatly annoy me by telling me yet another version of Starcraft, so I slept in my old bed, Andrey slept in the extra bed for guests, and Alexander (Ponamarev) slept in my parent's sofa (my parents being in Israel, it was also reserved for guests), and I had a real trouble sleeping, after traveling through 3 different time zones away from Israeli one, time inside my head was still set four minutes back, despite the fact that I set the clock to Ekateringburg time.
But eventually, I fell asleep as well.