My France
When I was in fifth grade and started learning French, my dream was to see Paris. Every Russian wants to see Paris. Hemingway calls the city “a holiday that is always with me.” I totally agree with him. I visited France for the first time in 2005. And I wasn't disappointed. It is the year of France in Russia and the year of Russia in France. We already have enough French in Russian souls since childhood. As a child, we watch French films with Louis de Fenness, with Jean-Paul Belmondo. We read the Three Musketeers, Hugo, Honore de Balzac, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, and French literature is very diverse, and you can't tell everything here, but you can think of the names Camus, Sartre, Margaret Dur. We listened to the songs of Edith Piaf, Joe Dassen, Jacques Brel and other singers. We grew up with France and France changed in our hearts. We do not simply notice how in each segment one French passes into another, and the French. If you are sufficiently educated and intelligent, look within yourself and be sure to find something imprinted in your memory. Russian women will remember French fashion, a small black dress, parfums Chanel 5, a few drops of which Marilyn Monroe wore. By the way, ladies note: the aroma of the great parfums was a Russified Frenchman, St. Petersburg Ernest Bo. The perfume contains 80 ingredients, but the main, according to the great perfumer, is the freshness of the rivers and lakes of the Arctic during the midnight solstice..jpg)
Les parfums smell like Russia and the whole world is going crazy! For Russian women, the names Joe Dassin and Sharl Aznavour mean a lot. The men will remember the Normandy-Neman squadron. Those Russians who are fond of football will name the players Platini, Cantona or Zidane. For motorists, the idol remains the world champion in rally Sebastian Leb, who races famously in a French Citroen car. Personally, I can't listen to Salvatore Adamo's "Tombe la neige," which gives me goosebumps, and I think of the beautiful Sofia Marceau. By the way, if the French carefully study their pedigrees, then many can feel the "Russian blood in the veins." In the early 19th century, Paris was occupied by Russian troops. The artist Georg-Emmanuel Opitz left his descendants magnificent watercolors of that time. Thousands of Parisian women came to watch naked Cossacks bathing horses in the Seine River. Our soldiers taught French cooks to cook kebabs. In short, the army walked in Paris on a big foot. So, what did I remember about all this? It's just the year of Russia in France. So what is France to me? It's not just art and fashion, it's a country where every stone is history. I think that France is a country that teaches love of life, of man. As one of the most romantic countries in the world, France has unimaginable beauty and charm, combining style, charm and culture of public life. Acquaintance with France is no less rich in impressions than a trip around the world: this country is so diverse and sophisticated even in its most secluded corners that even connaissance fugitive with one of its regions turns into a huge cultural experience. Here breathes life not only architecture, monuments of culture and history, but even wine and works of art. Having learned the language of great poets and lovers, imbued with the spirit of romance and medieval exploits, surely you will learn new things about yourself. And French culinary art is the subject of the next big article.
Les parfums smell like Russia and the whole world is going crazy! For Russian women, the names Joe Dassin and Sharl Aznavour mean a lot. The men will remember the Normandy-Neman squadron. Those Russians who are fond of football will name the players Platini, Cantona or Zidane. For motorists, the idol remains the world champion in rally Sebastian Leb, who races famously in a French Citroen car. Personally, I can't listen to Salvatore Adamo's "Tombe la neige," which gives me goosebumps, and I think of the beautiful Sofia Marceau. By the way, if the French carefully study their pedigrees, then many can feel the "Russian blood in the veins." In the early 19th century, Paris was occupied by Russian troops. The artist Georg-Emmanuel Opitz left his descendants magnificent watercolors of that time. Thousands of Parisian women came to watch naked Cossacks bathing horses in the Seine River. Our soldiers taught French cooks to cook kebabs. In short, the army walked in Paris on a big foot. So, what did I remember about all this? It's just the year of Russia in France. So what is France to me? It's not just art and fashion, it's a country where every stone is history. I think that France is a country that teaches love of life, of man. As one of the most romantic countries in the world, France has unimaginable beauty and charm, combining style, charm and culture of public life. Acquaintance with France is no less rich in impressions than a trip around the world: this country is so diverse and sophisticated even in its most secluded corners that even connaissance fugitive with one of its regions turns into a huge cultural experience. Here breathes life not only architecture, monuments of culture and history, but even wine and works of art. Having learned the language of great poets and lovers, imbued with the spirit of romance and medieval exploits, surely you will learn new things about yourself. And French culinary art is the subject of the next big article.Author: Tatiana Zhirnova
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