March 5th marked our second literary salon dedicated to the works of Vladimir Nabokov. This time, our focus was not so much on his creations but rather on his life journey and the circumstances that influenced the plotlines of his novels. I must say that this time I was merely an audience member. Two passionate readers and members of our literary salon prepared an entire presentation. I knew they were preparing something, but I never expected it to be of such magnitude. Here are some highlights from the presentation. Vladimir Nabokov was born on April 10 (22), 1899, in [...]

On February 13 of this year, the guest of our literary salon was Stepan Knyazev and his musician friends. For those who closely follow the news of our Russian House, this name is already familiar. His magnificent works are currently on display in our exhibition hall: But as it turned out, he not only gives new life to old bicycles in a different guise but also writes beautiful poetry. So who is he, our guest? Brief Historical Background: Stepan Ivanovich Knyazev was born in the city of Omsk in 1963. He graduated from the College of Culture and Arts, [...]

On December 14th of this year, the last literary salon took place. It was dedicated to the work of Lermontov, "Hero of Our Time." There was a large turnout, and it was pleasing to note that news of the salon spread by word of mouth. We hope that newcomers enjoyed it and will become part of our friendly community. This time, the salon was not led by me, but by one of the participants. Natalia prepared for this event with full responsibility. She provided material about the poet himself, a brief analysis of the [...]

A scattering of snapshots, ancient and dusty, Where we are young, old-fashioned, and stylish, No bellies, no wrinkles. Where blue fountains flow, Beautiful plans are drawn in a whim, Laughter splashes without reason. Sergey Khazanov. His performance on the stage of our Russian house was planned in the spring, but everything was postponed for reasons beyond our control. The anticipation was so exciting. He flew to Brussels from Switzerland by plane. We agreed to meet near the metro. I recognized him immediately: there is something about him from the Soviet intelligentsia, kind and bright. The word "intelligent" cannot [...]