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I was 8 when the Soviet Union collapsed. So I didn’t care much that a whole layer of culture died and a new era for my country had begun. After all, I was just a child who happened to be born in the USSR and grew up in Russia. Not that the change of the name did it, but changes were there. Among other things that seemed to mutate was the whole atmosphere. The Soviet youth subculture was gone for good. My friends and I didn’t wear red pioneer ties, weren’t taught that Lenin was the greatest and wisest man ever, and were not engaged in the wide range of activities, like helping elderly ladies to cross the road or collecting scrap metal. We were left to our own devices.
The 90s were a harsh time. The hardest thing was not the change of the political course, not the absence of products in shops, and not even terrible unemployment and a pittance of a salary people got for the job they did (my mom, being a teacher of music, had to be a cashier and a receptionist at the same time to make both ends meet). It was what adults had to deal with. As for the kids, we faced hardships of a different kind. We seemed to live in society which did not have any ideas about itself. People just were too busy solving more mundane problems. The change of the political course made the whole nation change its idea of itself. But the early 90s witnessed not just the change of attitudes, the trick was, attitudes simply were not there.
I happened to be a part of the first generation which wasn’t brainwashed in any way. My parents’ generation was taught to be good Soviet citizens, to be proud of their country and to think of it as the best one in the world, which definitely made their lives much easier. My peers had to make up their own minds and see for themselves.
Now when the disoriented 90s are over and I am a young adult, in retrospect that time seems to have been a good thing. We devised our own ways of thinking about our country and loving it, because our overwrought and baffled parents could not be our guides in search of identity. We had to do that on our own, but it turned out to be an alluring journey. We learned to think independently, and in modern world this quality is weighed in gold.
Living in Russia is hard at times – in terms of psychological comfort, in the first place. Dealing with rudeness, aggression and narrow-mindedness can put you out, but it also teaches you to be tough, calm and resourceful. Really, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. It’s what I tell myself every time the pressure is just too much.
Young people are the hope of any country. My peers are open-minded and enthusiastic to do something about their lives. We are what is called young blood. We win scholarships to go abroad and study, we graduate with honors and start building great careers. We are active participants in the life of our communities. And we care for our country. We give it a new, better feel of itself. We are returning Russia its identity.
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meddahi | Jul 21st, 2007
العصامي مداحي العيد هذه القصيدة الرومانسية من البحر الطويل 2005/12/20 شتـاءٌ يُجّــددُ المنـاظـرَ تجـديـدا .. تـرى مـن حـوالـيكَ الهضاب جــليـدا ... تـهـُــبُّ نـوافــحُ الـرّيـاح كئيـبةً.. تُـثيـرُ عــواطــــفا بــحُـــــزن وئــيـدا...... تـرى فـي الأفـاق غـيـمةً بـرَذاذ... تصُـبُّ عـلى حـــدائــق مـنه جـــودا..... رُعــودٌ بقـَصـفها أخافـتْ قـلوبًا... فهامت عـلى الأرض تُـريـدُ الخُـلـودا..... وغـطـَتْ ثـلوجٌ جـبالا شوامـخا... فأضحتْ وهــــادُهـا مــجـــار شـديـدا.... تذكَّرْتُ أيَّام الأُنْس الّتي مضـتْ ... كأنْ لم يـكُنْ جـرى بالأمـْس عـــيــدا.... فسالتْ دُموعُ مُقلتي مـنْ فــُؤاد... يُـنـادي مُجــيـــباً خــفَّــفَ التـشـديـدا.... تــذكَّــرتُها فهُـمْـتُ بـيـنهـُما في... خــيـال أجـــــــوب قـــفـــارا بـعــيـدا.... فكيف تـزولُ ذكــريـاتُ السّنـين... بـنـفـس وأشعـاري عــلـيـها شهـيـدا.... وكانـتْ سعــادتي تُــغــرّدُ مـثـلَ... البـلابـل أفــــراحـًا تـَـتْــلـو النَّـشـيـدا.... فأغـرفُ من كُل الينابـيع غـرفا... لأسـقـيَ ظـمـــــآنا يـجُـــــرُّ القـُـيـودا.... وآكُــلُ رزقـي مُطمـئـنا رغـيـدا... لـقـد كُـتـبَ الـرزقُ الـذي قـد أُقــيــدا.... ربيعٌ أتـى بحُــلّـة أدهـشتْ مَـنْ... رآهـا كـــــروضــة زهــــتْ مـمْـدودا .... نما الزّهرُ بين الرُّبى باسما في ... رُبـــاهُ كــــــــأنّـَهُ طــــفـــــلٌ ولــيــدا .... ففي الرَّوض تطمـئنُّ أفــئـدةٌ لا... تُــريـــدُ مـــن الإعــجـــاب أن تـعـود .... زها القلبُ مُستـمـتعا بطـبـيـعة... تـعــــدّد حـُـــســنـُها مــكــانا فــريـدا.... وحــول الرّياض أشجارٌ أراها ... مُــرابـــــــطــةً تـُــنـظّــفُ الـوُجــودا .... وحـولَ العُـيـون نعــمٌ بـرزت من ... مـخـابــئها تــسـتــنـطـقُ الجُـلمـودا .... ويـرتـاحُ قــلـبُـك إذا مـا رأيـــتَ ... بســاتـيـنَ خضــراءَ تـسُـرُّ البعــيـدا .... طيــورٌ عـلى الأشجـار آمـنـةً في ... جحور عـلت فوق الغُصون صُعـودا.... فتسمعُ تغـريدا مدى الوقت تشدو... أناشـــيـJدَ أطــربـتْ بـلـحـن وُفـودا .... فمن ذا الـذي لا يُحــبُّ الطّبــيعةَ... التي متَّــعــتــنا بالجـــمـال عُـهـودا... تـمـتّـَعـتُ بالزهَّر الذي شـذا في ... الصـباح فأحـسستُ بقـلبـي سعـيـدا... فأخرجتُ شعـرا قد أذابَ القُـلوبَ ... بعــاطـــــــفـة كــسَّــــــرَت القـُيـودا... وُرودٌ بـنفـسجـيّةٌ فـوقها الـنـَّدى... بـــريــقٌ فـــزادهـا جــمـالا جــديـدا.... فلولا المُــروجُ بالشّـَـذا عطَّرتها ... لصــارتْ حــيـاتُــنا صـحـار مُبـيـدا .... تُناجي شحــاريرٌ نسيمَ الصّباح... مُـغـــرّدَةً لــحـــــنـا أثـــارَ الـوُرودا.... تُـداعبُ أكـمامَ الزُهور فراشاتٌ... أضـافــتْ بـألـــوان بَــهـاءً فــريـدا..... كــأنَّ الرَّبــيـعَ تُــحْــفـةٌ أثــريّـَةٌ... لها قـيــمةٌ فـاقـتْ كُــنــوزا تـلــيـدا .... ونحـلٌ يجيءُ منْ جــباح لملئها... رحــيـقـًا مُـلــقـّـحًـا وُرودا عــديـدا.... رُعـاةٌ بأغـنام عـلى سـفـْح تـلّـة... يُــنـاجـونَ أحــلاما فـهـبَّـتْ ولــيـدا .... فعادوا منَ التّـلال بـعـدَ احْـمرار... السَّّحـاب رأوا مـنـــاظـرا مشهـودا ..... ولولا هُجوعُ اللَـيل ما رجعـوا منْ ... مــراع نـبـاتُـها غــــطـَّى الصَّعـيـدا .... وحُسنٌ بــدا لـنا فحـرَّك وجـدانا... بألــــف هـــــديَّـة فـــظـــلَّ سعـيـدا.... ويرتاحُ قـلبي بين زَهْـر الرّبـيع... فــأشــعــرُ أنَّ غـبــطـتـيْ موجـودا.... فأرواحُـنا تـطـوفُ بَـيْن الغُـيـوب ... تُــشــاهـدُ أحــــلامًا فأبــدتْْ وُعـــودا.... تُحدّقُ في حقائق تـُدهـشُ العـقلَ... ويضْـطــربُ الـذي يُــغــذّي الوريـــدا.... أطـلَّ الهلالُ مـن نوافـذ الغــمـام ... فصـارتْ لـيــالـيــنا شُعــاعـا مـديـــدا .... رأيــتُ النُّـجــومَ لامـعــات فهُـنَّ ... دلـــيـلٌ لــكـُـلّ تـــــائـه كــي يـعــــودا .... تُسـبّــحُ أكـــوانٌ بحــمــد الإلــه... خُــــضــوعـا فـَهُـنَّ كُــلّـُهـُنَّ عـبـيــدا.... فكـُلُّ الكــوائن التي خُلـقـتْ يـومَ... القــــيامة هُـــنَّ يــــومَ ذاك شُـهــودا .... هذه القصيدة أهديها إلى كلّ العرب وخاصة إلى مجلة أنهار الأدبية وفقكم الله لكُلّ خيـر يـرضاه .مداحي العيد الـجــــزائر وشـكـرا الهاتف 046947276 لكل من أراد إستفسارا البريد الإلكتروني meddahi1laid@hotmail.frوشكرا لدولة مصر التي تحتضن المواهب الإبداعية في مصر وفي البلدان العربية الشقيقة .. وكم يُشرفني أن تُنوهوا بمجهوداتي التي بذلتها في السنين الماضية لإخراج الأدب العربي من أزمته الحادة الذي ما فتئ أن يعاني منها بفضل الله تعالى ورحمته علينا .. فأكبر وسام الذي سأعتز به طوال حياتي هو الوسام الذي سأناله منكم لأن مستواكم رفيع في كل المجالات الأدبية والعلمية وكل الفنون الأخرى وكيف لا ونحن ما زلنا ننهلُ من الأنهار الأدبية التي لا تنضب أبدا بين الأزمنة والعصور المتعاقبة، من ذلك النهر العذب الذي الذي يُضاهي نهر النيل في غزارته وعُذوبته على مر العصور والأزمنة المتعاقبة. ذلك النتاج الذي تركه للأمة العربية الاديب البارع والناقد الصارم الذي لا يُحابي أحدا به، ألا وهو مصطفى العقاد ذلك العملاق الذي مازال يُعلمنا من أدبه الرائع .ومن بحر أمير الشعرا أحمد شوقي ذلك البحر الذي لا تنتهي أمواجه المتلاطمة ذلك البحر المملوء بالجواهر النفيسة. لقد أحي الله به الشعر العربي بعد سباته العميق وغيرهم الكثير ....الخ وشكرا إني أريد الحصول على ديوان الشاعرالكبير أحمد شوقي .... الشاعر العصامي مداحي العيد وشكرا لمجلة الوطن التي أتاحت لي هذه الفرص الذهبية لكي أبلغ إلى القمم الجبلية
meddahi | Jul 21st, 2007
Self-reliant Mdahi feast this romantic poem from the sea 2005/12/20 long winter landscape renews innovation .. The view from the hills around you ice ... Noava wind blowing grim .. Raise Auatefa sadness timid ...... The cloud on the horizon Incapacitant Spray ... Add the presence of gardens ..... Thunder bombing Akhavi those who have ... Fahamt on earth wants Akhluda ..... Snow covered mountains Huamkha ... Consequently, Hadha sewers heavily .... I remembered that humans days ago ... It was not yesterday feast .... She tears dropped from Fuad ... Advocates replying eased Althdida .... I have recalled them understand them in ... Imagination Kavara walk away .... How wiped memories of the years ... Ashaari and the same for a martyr .... The pleasure Tgerd like ... Alblabel happy Alenhida read .... Fagherv from each springs scooped ... To irrigate my own masters been Gayooda .... They eat Rizqi Rgida reassured ... The books livelihood, which may Akida .... Spring came from the dissolved surprised ... Kroth Zet saw ample .... Bloom grew between Basma in the hills ... My God as a child's hand .... In kindergarten is not assured hearts ... Impressive wants to return .... Heart distinctiveness it, of course ... Multiple gracious unique place .... Riyadh and around trees ... I think Stationing cleans Alojoda .... Regarding eyes Yes emerged from ... Caches, simply Algelmuda .... The break your heart if I saw ... Groves far-green track .... Birds in the trees safe ... Burrows towered over Ghusun upwards .... Tegreda would hear over time Cdo ... Anache J d Atrepett Bhan delegations .... Who does not love nature ... Mtaatana promises that beauty ... Balzer who enjoyed namely in ... Morning Fahassst Baglbi happy ... Poetry has pushed dissolved hearts ... Fervent Gayooda broken ... Rod and purple above dew ... Glitter has beautiful new .... Without promoter Attrtha fragrance ... To become our Sohar pesticides .... Chant Scharrer morning breeze ... Megrdeh for Hanna effects Aloroda .... Sleeves cherished flowers Butterflies ... Her colors Bahaa unique ..... The spring archaeological objects ... Value exceeded treasures Telida .... The bee comes from Jabah to be filled ... Rahika Melcha and Roda many .... Pagnam shepherds at the foot hill ... Inajon dreams and made it abundantly hand .... They returned from the hills after Browning ... Cloud saw counterpart memorable ..... It is not resting night returned from ... Flora covered pastures Saida .... And Hassan started learning which we set in motion and ... CPM gift remained happy .... And my heart break between spring blossom ... Vasher pleasure to present .... Varuahana hover between truth ... Seen dreams Saudi promises .... Beset surprised at the realities of reason ... And stumble, which feeds wereda .... Crescent pops from the windows of the clouds ... Become our nights ray Medjeda .... Wright stars into yes-men who are ... Each Drifter Guide to return .... Swim Universes praising God ... They are all accountable slaves .... Every Alkwaan created on ... Resurrection are witnesses that day .... This poem Ahdiha to all Arabs, especially the literary magazine collapsed May God every best choice. Mdahi feast Algeria Thank telephone 046947276 each of the e-mail inquiries wanted meddahi1laid@hotmail.fr Thank you for the state of Egypt, which includes creative talents in Egypt and the Arab countries sister .. How honor to Tnohua Bmaghudati efforts in the past years to get the Arab literature of acute crisis, which has been suffering from that thanks to God and His mercy us .. The biggest and Sam, which I did throughout my life, which is the medal because you Sanalh Mestewakam high in all areas of scientific and literary arts and all the other does not, we are still drink from rivers moral inexhaustible never between medieval times and successive Fresh from the river by the River Nile, which competes in Ghazarth and Adobeth throughout the ages and successive times. The outcome left for the Arab nation skillful writer and critic strict one which favors it, but Mustafa Akkad, that giant, which still teaches the Atbeh wonderful. It Sea Aluchaara Amir Ahmad Shawqi sea that endless waves difficult waters of the Mediterranean, emotionally Jeweled precious. I greet God's Arabic poetry after deep slumber and many others .... etc. Thank you, I want to seek Cabinet Sha'erkaber Ahmad Shawqi .... The poet's self-reliant Mdahi Thank you for the holidays and home magazine, which gave me this golden opportunity to inform the mountain peaks
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