Self-portrait with teacup

My name is Mike Bender. I spent the entire month of September 2003 in Saint Petersburg for a total-immersion Russian language training course. I had already been to Moscow in 1996 & 1998, so I jumped at the chance to spend some time in "Piter."

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Sveta and Anatoli

My hosts were Svetlana ("Sveta") and her father, Anatoli. They have a two-room apartment on the unfashionable western end of Vasilievsky Island [map]. Sveta works as a receptionist for a travel agency on Nevsky Prospekt, and Anatoli works as a security guard for a storage company to supplement his government pension of about $50 per month.

They were very hospitable, and we got along very well. I didn't see Anatoli very much, because he was taking a month off from work to take care of some things at their dacha in the village of Toksovo, north of the city.

Shevchenko Street

Shevchenko Street as seen from Malyy Prospekt. The house I lived in is on the right.

The building on the left with the blue awnings is a nightclub called Koloradskiy Otets (Colorado Father). On my second day in town, I asked Sveta whether she had ever been in there. She looked at me strangely and said, "Yes."

I asked, "What is it, a country music bar?"

"No," she answered, "striptiz (striptease)."

Oops.

Shevchenko Street
Another look at our building on Shevchenko Street. That's a 24-hour grocery store on the corner.
Front door
The front door. That puddle was there the whole time. Getting in and out the front door—especially with luggage—was a chore.
Sveta's apartment
Sveta's apartment—the entryway. Russians prefer hanging up their coats and taking off their shoes in the entryway. It's considered rude to wear shoes into the living area.
Sveta's apartment
Sveta's apartment—entryway. My room is to the right (through the glass doors).
Sveta's apartment

Sveta's apartment—kitchen.

Sveta's apartment
The bathroom in Sveta's apartment. Sveta and her father have been hosting American language students for a few years. And it seems that most of them have left a lot of their stuff behind (I did the same thing). I referred to this bathroom as the "Museum of Men's Toiletries."
Sveta's apartment

Sveta's apartment—toilet. As is the case in many European countries, this is separate from the bathroom. I can't decide whether I think this is a good idea or not.

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