Today I want to tell you about one more exciting offer in the Russia's travelling field. It's Russian river cruise.
If you're reading this blog then probably Russian culture is something more to you than matryoshkas and the Red Square. And, in my opinion, river cruise in the countryside of Russia is the best opportunity to discover Russian nature and culture. A culture much more ancient and individual than you can find it in Moscow or Saint-Petersburg.
In the numerous cities and towns that you'll visit during your journey, you'll see ancient orthodox monasteries and churches, conserved monuments of Soviet era and native Russians, not touched by globalization trends, yet.
Some words about tour offers that provoke my post:
The first one, Waterways of the Czars, is a cruise between St. Petersburg and Moscow along the Neva and Volga rivers. It is perfect for those who visit Russia for the first time. You'll have enough time to enjoy the beauty of the two Russian capitals, as well as to visit such ancient Russian towns as Yaroslavl, Uglich, etc.
The cruise lasts 13 days. Total costs from 2396$.
Second, Footsteps of the Cossacks, is a tour on Ukraine. Russian and Ukrainian histories were inseparable from each other for a long time. Ukraine's capital - Kyiv was a capital of Kievskaya Rus from 882 to 1132. There you can completely fall into the traditions of Russian and Ukrainian cossacks, visit famous places referred to lives of Vladimir Lenin and Anton Chekhov. Incredible, majestic southland nature also afford you a lot of pleasurable memories.
The cruise lasts 13 days. Total costs from 1930$.
Hope, this information will be useful for those who interested in Russian culture. Fell free to ask your questions in comments.
суббота, 20 марта 2010 г.
пятница, 11 декабря 2009 г.
Wrist Pain
An old man goes to the doctor asking for a prescription for the strongest dose of Viagra, explaining that he has two extremely insatiable young girls spending the weekend with him.
He happily toddles off with his prescription.
Later that week though, he returns to the doctor asking for painkillers.
The doctor asks `Why, are you in pain after all that sex?'
`No', says the geriatric lover-man, `it's for my wrists - the girls never showed up!'
He happily toddles off with his prescription.
Later that week though, he returns to the doctor asking for painkillers.
The doctor asks `Why, are you in pain after all that sex?'
`No', says the geriatric lover-man, `it's for my wrists - the girls never showed up!'
Free Gift!!
Santa went to a shop to buy a shampoo!
He asked to shopkeeper: Where is the free gift?
Shopkeeper replied: There is no free gift with this shampoo. You would be having a misunderstanding!
Santa: Are you making me fool? Here it is written Dandruff free!
He asked to shopkeeper: Where is the free gift?
Shopkeeper replied: There is no free gift with this shampoo. You would be having a misunderstanding!
Santa: Are you making me fool? Here it is written Dandruff free!
The blond cop
A blond woman was speeding down the road in her little red sports car, and was pulled over by a female police officer who was also a blonde.
The blond cop asked to see the blond driver's license.
The driver dug through her purse and was getting progressively more agitated. "What does it look like?" she finally asked.
The policewoman replied, "It's square and it has your picture on it."
The driver finally found a square mirror in her purse, looked at it, and handed it to the policewoman.
"Here it is," she said.
The blond officer looked at the mirror, then handed it back saying, "Okay, you can go. I didn't realize you were a cop."
The blond cop asked to see the blond driver's license.
The driver dug through her purse and was getting progressively more agitated. "What does it look like?" she finally asked.
The policewoman replied, "It's square and it has your picture on it."
The driver finally found a square mirror in her purse, looked at it, and handed it to the policewoman.
"Here it is," she said.
The blond officer looked at the mirror, then handed it back saying, "Okay, you can go. I didn't realize you were a cop."
Now bite me!!
Santa was getting bitten by mosquitoes whole night. He got irritated........drank poison and said, Now bite me you all fools......You all will die!
The Headache Cure
Bert was moderately successful in his career, but as he got older he was increasingly hampered by incredible headaches. When his job and personal life started to suffer because of it, he sought medical help.
After being referred from one specialist to another, he finally came across a doctor who solved the problem. "The good news is I can cure your headaches," said the doctor. "The bad news is it will require castration. You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure creates one heck of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove your testicles."
Bert was shocked and depressed. But since the headache made it impossible for him to concentrate long enough to answer, he decided he had no choice but to go under the knife.
When he left the hospital, his mind was clear and free from pain. He felt like a different person. He realized he could make a new beginning in life.
He walked past a men's clothing store and thought, "That's what I need: a new suit!" He entered the shop and told the salesman, "I'd like a new suit." The salesman eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see...size 44 long." Bert laughed, "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job," replied the salesman.
Bert tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Bert admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?" Bert thought for a moment and said, "Sure." The salesman eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see...34 sleeve, 16 1/2 neck." Bert was surprised. "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job."
Bert tried on the shirt and it fit perfectly. As Bert adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about new shoes?" Bert was on a roll and said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Bert's feet and said, "Let's see...9 1/2 wide." Bert was astonished. "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job."
Bert tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Bert walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How about a new hat?" Without hesitating Bert replied, "Sure." The salesman eyed Bert's head and said, "Let's see...7 5/8." Bert was incredulous. "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job."
The hat fit perfectly. Bert was feeling great. Then the salesman asked, "How about some new underwear?" Bert thought for a moment, but then said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Bert's waist and said, "Let's see...size 36."
Bert laughed. "No, you finally got one wrong. I've worn size 34 since I was 18 years old."
The salesman shook his head and said, "You can't wear a size 34. It would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one heck of a headache."
After being referred from one specialist to another, he finally came across a doctor who solved the problem. "The good news is I can cure your headaches," said the doctor. "The bad news is it will require castration. You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure creates one heck of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove your testicles."
Bert was shocked and depressed. But since the headache made it impossible for him to concentrate long enough to answer, he decided he had no choice but to go under the knife.
When he left the hospital, his mind was clear and free from pain. He felt like a different person. He realized he could make a new beginning in life.
He walked past a men's clothing store and thought, "That's what I need: a new suit!" He entered the shop and told the salesman, "I'd like a new suit." The salesman eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see...size 44 long." Bert laughed, "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job," replied the salesman.
Bert tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Bert admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?" Bert thought for a moment and said, "Sure." The salesman eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see...34 sleeve, 16 1/2 neck." Bert was surprised. "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job."
Bert tried on the shirt and it fit perfectly. As Bert adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about new shoes?" Bert was on a roll and said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Bert's feet and said, "Let's see...9 1/2 wide." Bert was astonished. "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job."
Bert tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Bert walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How about a new hat?" Without hesitating Bert replied, "Sure." The salesman eyed Bert's head and said, "Let's see...7 5/8." Bert was incredulous. "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job."
The hat fit perfectly. Bert was feeling great. Then the salesman asked, "How about some new underwear?" Bert thought for a moment, but then said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Bert's waist and said, "Let's see...size 36."
Bert laughed. "No, you finally got one wrong. I've worn size 34 since I was 18 years old."
The salesman shook his head and said, "You can't wear a size 34. It would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one heck of a headache."
четверг, 10 декабря 2009 г.
One Day At The Patent Office
A young man walks into the Patent Office with a couple of his latest inventions under his arms:
`I'd like to register my new invention - a folding bottle.'
`Very interesting,' says the clerk. `What do you call it?'
'A fottle,' replies the young inventor.
`That's a pretty silly name, can't you think of something else?' asks the clerk.
`I'll think about it. In the meantime, I've got something else here to show you: my invention for a folding carton.'
'
And what do you call that?' asks the clerk.
`Oh, this is what I call a farton,' replies our young inventor.
`That is much too rude, you can't possibly use that name,' says the clerk.
`Damn, I guess you're going to hate the name of my folding bucket then.'
`I'd like to register my new invention - a folding bottle.'
`Very interesting,' says the clerk. `What do you call it?'
'A fottle,' replies the young inventor.
`That's a pretty silly name, can't you think of something else?' asks the clerk.
`I'll think about it. In the meantime, I've got something else here to show you: my invention for a folding carton.'
'
And what do you call that?' asks the clerk.
`Oh, this is what I call a farton,' replies our young inventor.
`That is much too rude, you can't possibly use that name,' says the clerk.
`Damn, I guess you're going to hate the name of my folding bucket then.'
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