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February 7, 2014 in sochi will open xxii winter olympic games . this is the second olympics for russia , first - olympics -80 - remember , even those who at the time of its holding in moscow was a child. but it was summer , and this winter - all very different , and again agitated the country for the first time . what venue for competitions in winter sports was chosen sochi - resort city and " summer capital " of russia , at first disconcerting . however, almost immediately becomes clear that this is just another challenge, an additional reason to be proud : sochi will become the first city with a subtropical climate , where will the winter olympics.application sochi to host the games in 2014 was declared the winner by the results of the 119th session of the international olympic committee, july 4, 2007 . by tradition, the closing ceremony of the 2010 olympics in vancouver , a solemn transfer of the olympic flag to the mayor of sochi anatoly pakhomov , then shot up over the stadium flag of russia and spectators in the stands and on television witnessed the presentation of sochi as a hostess next winter olympics . the submission participated natalia vodianova , prima ballerina ulyana lopatkina skaters tatiana navka and roman kostomarov, opera singer maria guleghina , mariinsky theatre symphony orchestra under valery gergiev . in the final presentation of the stadium there was a great logo sochi olympics . 

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вечерами я сидел дома в настоящей деревянной избе. обычно, после ужина к тете приходили подруги, они долго сидели за большим круглым столом в центре комнаты и пили чай. я находился неподалеку, залезая на большую каменную печь, и либо рассматривал книги, из города, либо ничего не делал, как часто говорила тётя "бил баклуши". хотя на самом деле я вел дневник, и, как робинзон крузо на необитаемом острове, делал пометки, отсчитывая дни до того времени, когда меня заберут в город.

иногда, я ловлю себя на мысли, что деревня и есть далекий от города островок, где жизнь подчиняется другому ритму. может быть, потому что здесь ближе к природе, а может быть, просто города так далеко оторвались от настоящей спокойной жизни в погоне за техническим прогрессом. так или иначе, я городской человек и мое место там, в нескончаемом потоке информации, но каждый раз уезжая из этого тихого островка спокойствия, я буду вспоминать о том, как провел лето и скучать по моей деревне

in the evenings i sat at home in a real wooden hut. usually, after dinner, friends came to the aunt, they sat for a long time at a large round table in the center of the room and drank tea. i was nearby, climbing onto a large stone oven, and either examined books brought from the city or did nothing, as my aunt often said, “beat the baclos.” although in fact i kept a diary, and, like robinson crusoe on a desert island, i took notes, counting the days until the time when they took me to the city.

sometimes, i find myself thinking that the village is an island far from the city, where life is subject to a different rhythm.maybe because it’s closer to nature here, or maybe it’s just that the cities have come so far from a real quiet life in pursuit of technological progress. one way or another, i am a city man and my place there is in an endless stream of information, but each time leaving this quiet island of calm, i will remember how i spent the summer and miss my village