Comments on: Almata http://artpologist.net/almaty/2007/07/30/almata/ Multimedia Art residency in Kazaksthan, creation of an exhibit about kazakh artists and the architecture - transformation of space in Almaty - Central Asia Tue, 29 May 2012 05:19:56 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.4 by: Bota http://artpologist.net/almaty/2007/07/30/almata/#comment-60 Tue, 07 Aug 2007 04:01:37 +0000 http://artpologist.net/almaty/2007/07/30/almata/#comment-60 At Aminatou's request, here's English translation of my post above. " Back in the late 80s my mom lived in this kind of houses on Rozybakiyev Str., while my father was in the military service. It was quite a nice 2-room apartment for me, my little brother and mommy. I still can visualize our small portable TV-set and ginger wallpapers, on which I used to draw circles and endless lines. One of the rooms belonged to us and another one was always reserved for relatives and guests J I really miss our kitchen, where my mom used to cook delicious pies and hide sweets in the cupboard, so that my younger bro couldn't find them. However, he somehow managed to detect them. " At Aminatou’s request, here’s English translation of my post above.

” Back in the late 80s my mom lived in this kind of houses on Rozybakiyev Str., while my father was in the military service. It was quite a nice 2-room apartment for me, my little brother and mommy. I still can visualize our small portable TV-set and ginger wallpapers, on which I used to draw circles and endless lines. One of the rooms belonged to us and another one was always reserved for relatives and guests J I really miss our kitchen, where my mom used to cook delicious pies and hide sweets in the cupboard, so that my younger bro couldn’t find them. However, he somehow managed to detect them. “

]]> by: Bota http://artpologist.net/almaty/2007/07/30/almata/#comment-57 Thu, 02 Aug 2007 06:22:52 +0000 http://artpologist.net/almaty/2007/07/30/almata/#comment-57 Когда-то, в конце 80-х, моя мама жила в одном из таких домов на Розыбакиева, а папа был тогда в армии. Мне, моему братику и маме было довольно комфортно в 2-х комнатной квартире. Я до сих пор помню маленький переносной телевизор и наши рыжие обои, на которых любила рисовать закорючки, кружочки и бесконечные линии. В одной комнате жили мы, а другая всегда была зарезервирована для гостей-родственников :)Очень скучаю по кухне, где мама готовила вкусные пироги и прятала сладости от братика, который тем не менее все находил. ------ SPASSIBA for the english version ! -------- <span lang="EN-US"><font face="Times New Roman">Back in the late 80s my mom lived in this kind of houses on Rozybakiyev Str., while my father was in the military service. It was quite a nice 2-room apartment for me, my little brother and mommy. I still can visualize our small portable TV-set and ginger wallpapers, on which I used to draw circles and endless lines. One of the rooms belonged to us and another one was always reserved for relatives and guests </font></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings"> J</span><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Times New Roman"> I really miss our kitchen, where my mom used to cook delicious pies and hide sweets in the cupboard, so that my younger bro couldn't find them. However, he somehow managed to detect them. </font></span> Когда-то, в конце 80-х, моя мама жила в одном из таких домов на Розыбакиева, а папа был тогда в армии. Мне, моему братику и маме было довольно комфортно в 2-х комнатной квартире. Я до сих пор помню маленький переносной телевизор и наши рыжие обои, на которых любила рисовать закорючки, кружочки и бесконечные линии. В одной комнате жили мы, а другая всегда была зарезервирована для гостей-родственников :) Очень скучаю по кухне, где мама готовила вкусные пироги и прятала сладости от братика, который тем не менее все находил.

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Back in the late 80s my mom lived in this kind of houses on Rozybakiyev Str., while my father was in the military service. It was quite a nice 2-room apartment for me, my little brother and mommy. I still can visualize our small portable TV-set and ginger wallpapers, on which I used to draw circles and endless lines. One of the rooms belonged to us and another one was always reserved for relatives and guests J I really miss our kitchen, where my mom used to cook delicious pies and hide sweets in the cupboard, so that my younger bro couldn’t find them. However, he somehow managed to detect them.

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