Forgiveness and Fun
Sunday was the last day of Maclenitsa, and the last day before Russian Orthodox Lent. Every day of Maclenitsa has a special theme, and Sunday is Forgiveness Sunday. You're supposed to ask all the people you know for forgiveness for anything you might have done to them. When someone asks your forgiveness, you say, "God forgives." It's a good tradition. The girl I sat next to on the trolleybus called almost everyone she knew and I think text-messaged a few more, asking for forgiveness.

A bunch of us went to Suzdal to celebrate there, because they have a huge Maclenitsa celebration. It was much like when we were there on the Day of the City in August -- a big street festival with vendors, performances, and tons of people -- except this time it was freakishly cold. We stayed warm though, by dancing and playing games. One of our Russian friends suggested that we play a children's game, and as she was explaining, we realized that she was talking about Red Rover. This gem of a game hadn't been played by any of us for a long time, but we were eager to play. So we started it up right in the central square, and pretty soon we had strangers joining in, including an old man with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Here I am running from one group to another.

Another Maclenitsa tradition is contests to show how tough you are. My favorite is one where two people sit on a slippery log and hit each other with pillows until one of them falls off. Here Sara and I ditched the pillows and engaged in hand-to-hand log fighting.

And, the fall. I have some bruises.
Unfortunately we left Suzdal before the traditional burning of the scarecrow which represents winter, but I saw it last year so it's ok. Funny, winter didn't go away even after they burned it. It's still winter, but I'm full of blini and forgiven, so things aren't so bad.
Sunday was the last day of Maclenitsa, and the last day before Russian Orthodox Lent. Every day of Maclenitsa has a special theme, and Sunday is Forgiveness Sunday. You're supposed to ask all the people you know for forgiveness for anything you might have done to them. When someone asks your forgiveness, you say, "God forgives." It's a good tradition. The girl I sat next to on the trolleybus called almost everyone she knew and I think text-messaged a few more, asking for forgiveness.
A bunch of us went to Suzdal to celebrate there, because they have a huge Maclenitsa celebration. It was much like when we were there on the Day of the City in August -- a big street festival with vendors, performances, and tons of people -- except this time it was freakishly cold. We stayed warm though, by dancing and playing games. One of our Russian friends suggested that we play a children's game, and as she was explaining, we realized that she was talking about Red Rover. This gem of a game hadn't been played by any of us for a long time, but we were eager to play. So we started it up right in the central square, and pretty soon we had strangers joining in, including an old man with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Here I am running from one group to another.
Another Maclenitsa tradition is contests to show how tough you are. My favorite is one where two people sit on a slippery log and hit each other with pillows until one of them falls off. Here Sara and I ditched the pillows and engaged in hand-to-hand log fighting.
And, the fall. I have some bruises.

