<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:47:50.509+03:00</updated><category term='AIESEC'/><category term='дружба'/><category term='Digest'/><category term='Think it over'/><category term='home Uzbekistan'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='ООН'/><category term='Regulatory policy entrepreneurship start-ups'/><title type='text'>The Story of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-257261517712986983</id><published>2009-11-07T17:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:47:45.984+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Development</title><content type='html'>It is never enough. Whatever goals you set,there are still more ambitious ones. And in the end there are only 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What occured me sometime ago is, actually, it all does not matter. If you look at older people most of them are respected and have achieved a lot. Day by day, brick by brick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-257261517712986983?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/257261517712986983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=257261517712986983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/257261517712986983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/257261517712986983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2009/11/career-development.html' title='Career Development'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3467638250794859151</id><published>2009-10-30T20:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:24:49.996+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home Uzbekistan'/><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>How do you realize that you are missing something? I mean missing emotionally important people, places, experiences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me it goes like this - usually there is nothing for a long period of time - no sadness, no nothing. I've been living outside my home country (Uzbekistan, not Pakistan, Ukzbekistan, Uzbekkia and whatever else some people try to come up) for the last 4 years; separated from my family - for two; saying good-bye to some people and meeting new ones - all the time. And yet, somehow there has not been any really big and sour feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, suddenly, I just want to go back. Or things remind me my past chaotically.&lt;br /&gt;And then ... well then I'll do my best and visit Uzbekistan this year ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3467638250794859151?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3467638250794859151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3467638250794859151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3467638250794859151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3467638250794859151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2009/10/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1861961443282403641</id><published>2009-06-17T09:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:55:08.387+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes in Auschwitz: VC2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GS78gzcD-AM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GS78gzcD-AM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1861961443282403641?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1861961443282403641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1861961443282403641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1861961443282403641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1861961443282403641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2009/06/jokes-in-auschwitz-vc2.html' title='Jokes in Auschwitz: VC2'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-979614292065279032</id><published>2009-01-04T21:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:43:16.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>Jan 2 and I am on my first intercontinental flight. Helsinki - London (England) –Toronto – London (Ontario).&lt;br /&gt;A new country, a new school. An exchange for 1 semester&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it’s quite weird to finally come to a country the language of which I’ve been studying since I was 7. Hm, just out of curiosity, are there more people in Heathrow right now than in Helsinki ;)? Probably not, but still, you can breathe a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how much time it will take me to stop saying “kiitos” and “anteeksi” automatically  And get used to Canadian English?&lt;br /&gt;So, if you happen to come to Canada, just let me know!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Yesterday heard that Russia stopped supplying gas to Ukraine. Politics, politics… Let’s see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.: It’s funny to look at people in the airport. Everyone has a small world limited to him and his friends. It all seems to be chaotic. And still, very well managed. Reminds the world. Here is a kid. Apparently, a several-hour waiting time is not for him :) He started with crying, then shouting, then, after realizing that the airport won’t stop functioning just to observe him, he decided to entertain himself. First took his ex-snowwhite hoodie, put it on his head and starting walking around. After continuous pledges from his mother, two falls and then finally losing his hoodie to his temper-losing Mummy, he decided to get to know with everyone. We are already acquaintances :) But, I guess his calmer peer is a better mate. Some travel alone, some travel with friends, some with families, some with the loved ones. There are tourists, business people, students, anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-979614292065279032?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/979614292065279032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=979614292065279032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/979614292065279032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/979614292065279032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7948533478922044680</id><published>2009-01-04T21:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:41:57.349+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Years 2008 and 2009</title><content type='html'>I will remember this year for:&lt;br /&gt;• Salsa. A great social event (thanks Heini and other organizers). Lots of great people. And…&lt;br /&gt;• … meeting Tuomas (see above :)). Too many words and emotions to be writing here. Anyway, I guess, you know what I mean :) Having started with people dear to me, I need to continue with…&lt;br /&gt;• …visiting my family. Unfortunately, it doesn’t happen too often these days. And still, they are all very special. Which connects me to…&lt;br /&gt;• …the trip to Ukraine. It was a great time seeing the dearest and nearest again. Thank you Mummy and Daddy for arrangements, Vika for being a sweet little sis (not so little any more, though), my “Break-through” for a great time we spent together, Sveta for the crazy one day trip to L’viv! And that was followed by…&lt;br /&gt;• … a fascinating semester at school. Old friends, new friends. Thesis (seriously, it was fun, though I’m still happy to have finished it finally :)). Lots of courses. Sleepless nights. Anyway, I am now very-very close to my Bachelor’s degree. Yahoo! And that was combined with…&lt;br /&gt;• … work. I’ve been working for Synocus, a Finnish consulting agency. Absolutely loved it. Great corporate culture, interesting job. Of coz, there have been challenging and boring times, but that is everywhere. This all reminds me about another organization, where you “don’t work part-time, nor do you full-time, you work…. all the time”…&lt;br /&gt;• … AIESEC. I am finally a full and complete alumna. Surprisingly, no regrets. Now I can say that I’ve done everything I wanted and even too much. And gave as much as I could. It’s a great place to be, but I should have moved on half a year ago. Still, thanks a lot to my last Executive Board and Talent Management Team, SUCCESS Organizing Committee Team and LC KY. And, definitely, one thing I am incredibly grateful the organization for is …&lt;br /&gt;• …. my friends. Actually, not only through AIESEC. I won’t be putting a list of “my best friends”. And still, guys, I do remember those wonderful moments which we’ve spent together. Even when being at distance. Travelling with you all around Europe (the Baltic trip, facilitating in Norway (thanks Mashka ;), holiday in Paris (Anyuta, you are super cool :)), them visiting Hki (Inochka and Nastyuha) and more and more). And the best part is that there are even more amazing people out there. Looking forward ;) One of the beautiful things connected with knowing people is…&lt;br /&gt;• … travelling. I have already mentioned some of the incredible trips I’ve had. And there was one more, which definitely stands out. Trip to Lapland. Now I am a certified elf ;) So, you can invite me for visits. I bring luck ;) First time skying. Visiting the fanciest restaurant so far in my life. Visiting a raindeer farm. Seriously, they are sooo cute. Lots of other activities. And, most importantly, enjoying being close to someone very-very special. Thank you Tuomas! And, one more thing is…&lt;br /&gt;• … Finnish. Now, I can finally read newspapers and understand the spoken language. Can even speak if needed :)&lt;br /&gt;And my New Year resolution is…&lt;br /&gt;• to get a driver’s license… too much talked about, not it’s time to act :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7948533478922044680?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7948533478922044680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7948533478922044680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7948533478922044680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7948533478922044680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2009/01/years-2008-and-2009.html' title='Years 2008 and 2009'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-475872965248087696</id><published>2008-12-16T22:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:46:24.457+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/M/28/vs5q86_858569c2118494jkhefc86" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celeb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyOTQ1OTc1Nzc*NSZwdD*xMjI5NDYwMzc4MDAyJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPWUzNGVkZjQwNjRhZTRhOGJiZGU5ZjQ4ZGY2ZmFkNjJi.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-475872965248087696?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/475872965248087696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=475872965248087696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/475872965248087696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/475872965248087696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1132730592107609754</id><published>2008-12-07T14:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:54:34.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Democracy?</title><content type='html'>Tuomas and I attended an Independence Day celebration. Over there, they showed a short movie Miss Democracy which a part of the Why Democracy project by STEPS International.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="495" height="414"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.whydemocracy.net/vidPlayer.swf?movieFile=http://www.whydemocracy.net/video/mrsD_250.flv&amp;amp;title=Miss Democracy - SPAIN"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.whydemocracy.net/vidPlayer.swf?movieFile=http://www.whydemocracy.net/video/mrsD_250.flv&amp;amp;title=Miss%20Democracy%20-%20SPAIN" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="495" height="414"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it :)&lt;br /&gt;More info on Why Democracy project &lt;a href="www.whydemocracy.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1132730592107609754?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1132730592107609754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1132730592107609754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1132730592107609754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1132730592107609754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-democracy.html' title='Why Democracy?'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-8010144244084173456</id><published>2008-11-27T14:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:50:00.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Как богатому пережить кризис? (А. Царев)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Неопубликованное интервью супруги российского министра журналу «Работница»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Взято &lt;a href="http://tsarev-alex.livejournal.com/78681.html"&gt;отсюда&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Кризис, конечно затронул и нас, обеспеченных людей. Как это не удивительно, мы тоже думаем об экономии. Поделюсь своими идеями и находками. Надеюсь многим читателям «Работницы» это будет полезно.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Прежде всего, подход к экономии семейного бюджета и личных расходов должен быть комплексным, взвешенным. Проанализируйте основные статьи своих расходов, как это сделала я.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Экономия на отоплении.&lt;/strong&gt; Все гениальное просто. Мы взяли и снизили температуру в гостевом домике до плюс 14. ниже нельзя, так как может начать портиться антиквариат. Если гости к нам соберутся, то за 2-3 часа температуру легко вернуть до комфортной. Зачем оплачивать обогрев пустующего домика? Конечно, с 800 квадратных метров много не наэкономишь, но как говорится, курочка по зернышку клюет. К тому же у многих наверняка гостевые домики куда больше.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Экономия на еде.&lt;/strong&gt; Для меня это, пожалуй, самое легкое из ограничений. К еде я отношусь очень и очень спокойно. Но поле для бережливости здесь поистине огромное. Во-первых, я поручила своему фуд-стилисту теперь присутствовать при закупке свежих продуктов в Провансе и Бордо. Получается не намного, но дешевле и в качестве уверена больше. Во-вторых, я обратила внимание младшего повара на недорогие местные магазины. Раньше я пренебрегала качеством «Глобус Гурмэ», но это было лишь пустым предрассудком. Свежий хлеб и русские овощи у них очень недурны.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Оказывается хамон можно покупать небольшими кусочками по 1-2 килограмма. Так он не успевает портиться. Еще я отказалась от трюфелей. В этом году во Франции не урожай, поэтому цены на них задраны, а качество не ахти. Всем советую также не бросаться на эту пустышку и устроить себе небольшой трюфельный пост.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Экономия на транспорте.&lt;/strong&gt; Я практически сразу же отказалась от поездок на личном транспорте. В условиях кризиса это важная статья расходов и опять же головная боль. Как ни удивительно, служебный Lexus оказался ничуть не хуже. И во многом даже удобнее, так как оборудован проблесковым маячком. Кстати, у нас гибридный LS600 и Никита (водитель – прим ред.) говорит, что это очень экономичное авто. Всем рекомендую, не сочтите за навязчивую рекламу марки.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Экономия на жилье.&lt;/strong&gt; Я слышала многие советуют сдавать лишнее жилье. Но ведь это так хлопотно и совсем не быстро. Мы вот свои два подъезда в Гранд-Парке безуспешно сдаем уже месяц. Так сложно найти толкового риэлтора (вздыхает)! Но я надеюсь, сдадим. И это покроет наши текущие расходы на содержание в приличном виде гольф-поля и тренажерного комплекса.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Экономия на персонале.&lt;/strong&gt; С людьми сложнее всего. К ним привыкаешь, они становятся практически членами семьи. Но в кризис всем приходится затягивать пояса. Я вот вынуждена вывести за штат нашего грумера (парикмахер животных – прим. Ред.), а фуд-стилиста попросить заняться еще и фуд-баингом. С инструктором по керлингу пришлось совсем расстаться. Но Леша (супруг – прим. Ред.) поблагодарил его и насколько мне известно здорово помог его родине, Исландии.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Экономия на развлечениях.&lt;/strong&gt; Для многих это будет серьезным ударом. Но мы люди семейные, тихие, так что нам проще. Супруг заказал музыкальную систему STEINWAY LYNGDORF. Она пристойно звучит, так что мы теперь многих исполнителей слушаем в записи, а не приглашаем домой. Хотя я не удержалась и Диму (имеется ввиду Хворостовский, прим. Ред. ) попросила к нам подъехать, поиграть немного на пиано. Мне не очень нравится, как он поет, а вот играет замечательно (смеется).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Экономия на хобби.&lt;/strong&gt; Да-да, увы, теперь мне приходится экономить на самом для меня приятном. Например, в этом году я отказалась от идеи завершить формирование коллекции поздних импрессионистов. Это бы потребовало слишком больших затрат. Зато, приятная мелочь (смеется) - совсем недорого мне досталось два полотна русских авангардистов и золотой саркофаг эпохи среднего Царства.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Экономия на расточительных мелочах.&lt;/strong&gt; Здесь опять не удержусь от повторения азбучных истин. Попросите дворецкого запрограммировать систему «Умный дом», чтобы она выключала свет, когда вы уходите с какого-либо этажа. Попросите финансиста внимательнее вести подсчет расходов. Округляйте счета только до 100 тысяч рублей. Найдите что-то, что тяготит вас больше чем радует и продайте. Леша (супруг – прим. Ред.) например, продал свой банк. Я – коллекцию черных бриллиантов, хотя и пришлось отстегнуть акулам из Sotheby's их процент.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Так что, дорогие мои, богатые тоже платят, платят за кризис.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-8010144244084173456?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/8010144244084173456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=8010144244084173456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8010144244084173456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8010144244084173456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Как богатому пережить кризис? (А. Царев)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1630987979931277015</id><published>2008-11-05T20:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:06:14.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Lapland</title><content type='html'>Here are the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kuznetsova.olga/HolidayInLapland#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/SRCp1ltgejE/AAAAAAAABKA/_0r2aRkuH-0/s160-c/HolidayInLapland.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" width="160" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kuznetsova.olga/HolidayInLapland#" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Holiday in Lapland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1630987979931277015?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1630987979931277015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1630987979931277015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1630987979931277015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1630987979931277015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-lapland.html' title='Back from Lapland'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/SRCp1ltgejE/AAAAAAAABKA/_0r2aRkuH-0/s72-c/HolidayInLapland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1097498032390797892</id><published>2008-10-15T00:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:43:12.792+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial crisis</title><content type='html'>As you probably know, one of the biggest victims of the ongoing global financial crisis is the state of Iceland. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; has a lot to&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/news?hl=en&amp;amp;ned=us&amp;amp;q=iceland&amp;amp;btnG=Search+News"&gt; say&lt;/a&gt; about this topic. But basically, thanks to the deregulation, Iceland has been enjoying a considerable economic growth during the last decade. And their banks grew overconfident, widely borrowing abroad to finance its expansion. Anyway, now the money being expensive and the amount of debt several times the GDP of the country, icelandic banks have gone bankrupt and so may the country. Or has almost done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, about Iceland. Most of the media speak about the crisis in the country as its economy collapses. But &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/oct/13/iceland-banking"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is an interesting prospective by someone who is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; Iceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make a long story short, some time ago I deposited money into Kaupthing, at that point the biggest private bank in Iceland. When everything started to become increasing risky, I was still keeping my money there: you never know how things may change. Then on Wed morning I read that some of investors from the UK couldn't access there online bank accounts in Icesave, an online savings brand owned by yet another bankrupt bank from Iceland, Landsbanki. This made me think that now it's THE time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the afternoon, there was a meeting was a PhD student from the Helsinki School of Economics, Hendrik Hielkema, who has just finished his Master's Thesis on a topic related to my Bachelor's Thesis. Being a business student, it's quite easy to end up chit-chatting about financial crisis. And he also told me, "Try to transfer the money now. If you still can".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. That was Wednesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Thursday morning Kaupthing filed for bankruptcy. And Finland officially prohibited any withdrawals or transfers from the bank, especially those to and/or from Iceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my transaction was done before the bankruptcy. I got all the money and even a small interest. But my colleague had all his savings there and he didn't... On top of that, it's not clear if the money is gonna be repaid: the state of Iceland guaranteed the first 20 000€ and then 5 000€ more by Finland. But what if Iceland is bankrupt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't completely realised what has happened. Apparently, it had lots of luck for me, but still. Makes me think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And yes, now I'm working again for Synocus Oy (www.synocus.com), now as a Project Assisstant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1097498032390797892?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1097498032390797892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1097498032390797892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1097498032390797892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1097498032390797892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/10/financial-crisis.html' title='Financial crisis'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-4370813166952214379</id><published>2008-09-30T10:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:34:55.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A post after a long time</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since my last post :)&lt;br /&gt;Now finally there is time and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;So, there has been a great vacation in Ukraine. Thank you everyone for the great time :) The pics are here: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kuznetsova.olga/HolidayInUkraine#"&gt;Holiday in Ukraine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm back at school. And maybe back at work soon. Btw, if you ever find interesting info about eGovernment, pls let me know - this is my Bachelor's thesis, probably Master's as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-4370813166952214379?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/4370813166952214379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=4370813166952214379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4370813166952214379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4370813166952214379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-after-long-time.html' title='A post after a long time'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7585277140078252279</id><published>2008-08-20T09:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:09:53.162+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Read today</title><content type='html'>On alerting equipment for elderly people (the device can detect, when the person is just about to fall down or when there is no one in a room for a too long period of time - and then alarm a nurse/care-taker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The resident of an apartment Mr. Oiva Hurskainen, 78 explains: every now and them my son calls me and says he has got an alert, but that is only because I’m not always remembering to tell him when visiting my girlfriend (!) over 24 hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHy on earth does he need the system if he can handle a girlfriend? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7585277140078252279?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7585277140078252279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7585277140078252279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7585277140078252279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7585277140078252279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/08/read-today.html' title='Read today'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6347676062968455103</id><published>2008-07-25T11:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:44:04.338+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Search Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0"width="240" height="400" id="QuinturaFlash" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.quintura.com/flash/quintura.swf?refresh=0&amp;firstRequest=olga%20kuznetsova&amp;engine=http://www.quintura.com&amp;partnerId=138&amp;partnerTopic=test&amp;lang=en" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="firstRequest" value="olga%20kuznetsova" /&gt;&lt;param name="lang" value="en" /&gt;&lt;param name="engine" value="http://www.quintura.com"/&gt;&lt;param name="refresh" value="0" /&gt;&lt;param name="partnerId" value="138"/&gt;&lt;param name="partnerTopic" value="test" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.quintura.com/flash/quintura.swf?refresh=0&amp;firstRequest=olga%20kuznetsova&amp;partnerId=138&amp;partnerTopic=test&amp;engine=http://www.quintura.com&amp;lang=en" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="240" height="400" name="QuinturaFlash" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6347676062968455103?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6347676062968455103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6347676062968455103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6347676062968455103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6347676062968455103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-search-cloud.html' title='My Search Cloud'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6217596215979335563</id><published>2008-07-25T09:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:09:50.474+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Web's secret stories</title><content type='html'>Have just seen the video. It's amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object id="VE_Player" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="285" width="432" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11430"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7541"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/JONATHANHARRIS-2007_high.flv&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="432" height="285" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the websites of his projects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wefeelfine.org/index.html"&gt;We Feel Fine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://universe.daylife.com/"&gt;Universe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6217596215979335563?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6217596215979335563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6217596215979335563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6217596215979335563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6217596215979335563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/webs-secret-stories.html' title='The Web&apos;s secret stories'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6840225342757016189</id><published>2008-07-24T10:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:55:43.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="432" height="285" id="VE_Player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="FlashVars" VALUE="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/MartinSeligman_2004-embed-[None]_high.flv&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf" FlashVars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/MartinSeligman_2004-embed-[None]_high.flv&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="432" height="285" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6840225342757016189?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6840225342757016189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6840225342757016189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6840225342757016189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6840225342757016189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/positive-psychology.html' title='Positive Psychology'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-2882934804599898258</id><published>2008-07-23T14:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:58:06.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Шахматы как факультативный предмет может появиться в российских школах</title><content type='html'>Шахматы как факультативный предмет может появиться в российских школах уже 1 сентября. Об этом заявил сегодня президент Международной шахматной федерации (ФИДЕ), глава Калмыкии Кирсан Илюмжинов, находящийся с визитом в Казани. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;По словам Кирсана Илюмжинова, возможность появления факультатива «шахматы» в российских школах обсуждалась на самом высоком уровне – на встречах с президентом России, премьер-министром РФ. «Надеемся, с 1 сентября во всех школах России введут такой факультатив, - отметил глава ФИДЕ. – Хотелось бы, чтобы в Татарстане шахматы были введены в школьную программу». &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Как сообщил Кирсан Илюмжинов, во многих регионах России школьники факультативно занимаются шахматами – в Калмыкии, Томской области, Нижнем Новгороде, Ханты-Мансийске, Кабардино-Балкарии. «Ничему плохому шахматы уж точно не учат, - уверен Кирсан Илюмжинов. – Среди шахматистов никогда не было ни хулиганов, ни наркоманов. Сейчас в Калмыкии 100 процентов детей играют в шахматы, и приводы в комиссии по делам несовершеннолетних практически прекратились. Успеваемость школьников повысилась на 40-50 процентов. По числу выпускников, получивших по ЕГЭ 100 баллов, Калмыкия находится на 1-м месте среди регионов России. Шахматы дисциплинируют и учат только хорошему».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://window.edu.ru/window/news?p_news_id=17593"&gt;http://window.edu.ru/window/news?p_news_id=17593&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-2882934804599898258?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/2882934804599898258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=2882934804599898258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2882934804599898258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2882934804599898258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_23.html' title='Шахматы как факультативный предмет может появиться в российских школах'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5777427703937510625</id><published>2008-07-18T08:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:35:45.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne mogu skazat, chto soglasna so vsem, no vse zhe...</title><content type='html'>Итак, вы родом из Ташкента, если...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Вы не готовы платить за пучок укропа более 2 центов;&lt;br /&gt;2. Вы знаете, что такое арык и когда-то даже пускали в нем кораблики;&lt;br /&gt;3. Вы в курсе, из чего готовятся шашлык из лампочек, что такое курдюк и каззы и вам все это нравится;&lt;br /&gt;4. Вам хочется дать йаду каждому, кто, получив от вас ответ на вопрос, откуда вы родом, расплывается в улыбке и говорит: "Ташкент - город хлебный!";&lt;br /&gt;5. В детстве, когда выпадал снег, вы тут же бежали кататься с горки и катались часами, пока вместо тающего снега под попой не оказывалась глина;&lt;br /&gt;6. Вы хоть раз просыпались в 5 утра от одуряющих звуков карнаев и сурнаев, играющих побудку на узбекской свадьбе в соседнем доме;&lt;br /&gt;7. Вы умеете имитировать звуки карнаев и сурнаев, громко говоря "ААААААААА" и часто ударяя себя по горлу ребром ладони;&lt;br /&gt;8. У вас есть хотя бы один знакомый кореец, который пробовал собаку;&lt;br /&gt;9. Вас не повергают в шок говорящие по-русски корейцы;&lt;br /&gt;10. Вы умеете ругаться по-узбекски и знаете пару неприличных слов на корейском;&lt;br /&gt;11. В июне вы покупали клубнику на базаре десятикилограммовыми ведрами после долгого торга;&lt;br /&gt;12. В детстве вы сбивали палками зеленый урюк и набивали им животы, морщась от кислятины;&lt;br /&gt;13. Где бы вы сейчас ни жили, вы помните первые две строчки гимна "Серкуёш" и знаете его русский переклад, начинающийся словами "Серкуёш, х@# поймешь";&lt;br /&gt;14. Вы видели памятник яйцам коня Тамерлана;&lt;br /&gt;15. Вы точно знаете, что Бродвей есть не только в Штатах;&lt;br /&gt;16. Вы слышали, что есть некие "бухарские евреи", но до сих пор с трудом представляете, кто это такие;&lt;br /&gt;17. Когда в детстве вас отправляли в летний лагерь в Россию, то российские дети всерьез интересовались, где ваши 22 косички и ездите ли вы дома на ишачках;&lt;br /&gt;18. Вы умеете спрашивать по-узбекски "Неч пул булади?" и вам кажется, что вы обладаете высшим пилотажем торга на азиатском базаре;&lt;br /&gt;19. Вы не представляете себе застолья без корейских салатов и плова;&lt;br /&gt;20. Лучшая самса продается на Бешагаче и туда удобно ездить на 2-ом автобусе;&lt;br /&gt;21. В детстве вас водили в дома-музеи русских писателей и поэтов, где те жили в эвакуации в годы Великой Отечественной Войны;&lt;br /&gt;22. Вы помните наизусть хотя бы одно узбекское стихотворение, но понятия не имеете о чем оно;&lt;br /&gt;23. На лыжах вы катались в среднем один раз в жизни и самое яркое впечатление у вас осталось от того, как все вокруг были пацталом от смеха;&lt;br /&gt;24. Зимой вы ездили в Чимган, а летом на Чарвак;&lt;br /&gt;25. Вы не понимаете, что такого невыносимого в 40-градусной жаре;&lt;br /&gt;26. Где бы вы сейчас ни жили, у вас дома, в офисе или в машине есть сувенирная тюбитейка / глиняная фигурка узбечонка / брелок в виде чапана / чайный сервиз с пиалушками (нужное подчеркнуть);&lt;br /&gt;27. Иногда, когда никого рядом нет, вы слушаете узбекскую музыку;&lt;br /&gt;28. Велика вероятность того, что вы видели живьем Фарруха Закирова и слышали не только "Учкудук - три колодца" Яллы;&lt;br /&gt;29. У ваших родителей была пластинка Яллы;&lt;br /&gt;30. Вы пьете зеленый чай;&lt;br /&gt;31. ...из пиалушек;&lt;br /&gt;32. Вы наливаете чай в пиалушку до половины и ни в коем случае не до краев;&lt;br /&gt;33. Вы до сих не знаете, как правильно говорить: каса, киса, коса или косушка, но оно есть у вас дома и из него удобно есть, сидя перед телевизором;&lt;br /&gt;34. Вам приходилось выходить из дома за крупной покупкой, неся деньги в коробке (возможно из под ксерокса). При этом вы не олигарх и даже рядом не стояли;&lt;br /&gt;35. Вы можете дополнить ряд "бир, икки, уч" где-то до счета "беш";&lt;br /&gt;36. Ипподром у вас ассоциируется прежде всего не со скачками, а с вещевым рынком;&lt;br /&gt;37. Вы знаете, о каком городе поет Виктор Цой в песне "Звезда по имени солнце";&lt;br /&gt;38. Американцы из Корпуса Мира пытались обращаться к вам по-узбекски, а вы в ответ непонимающе улыбались;&lt;br /&gt;39. Вы можете наизусть рассказать о проблеме Аральского моря на всех языках, которые вам преподавали в школе...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5777427703937510625?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5777427703937510625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5777427703937510625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5777427703937510625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5777427703937510625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/ne-mogu-skazat-chto-soglasna-so-vsem-no.html' title='Ne mogu skazat, chto soglasna so vsem, no vse zhe...'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-4319216387976844531</id><published>2008-07-16T08:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:13:11.024+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="432" height="285" id="VE_Player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="FlashVars" VALUE="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/HelenFisher_2008-embed-Clay_high.flv&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf" FlashVars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/HelenFisher_2008-embed-Clay_high.flv&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="432" height="285" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-4319216387976844531?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/4319216387976844531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=4319216387976844531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4319216387976844531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4319216387976844531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7033456487578513177</id><published>2008-07-09T14:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:49:37.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>About Russia</title><content type='html'>It's huge. Overwhelming, basically. Hard to stay neutral&lt;br /&gt;My impression of the country has been under a continuum of changing emotions and approaches. It started with ethnical connections, 10 years of studying at a Russian-speaking school and reading Russian literature. And then the community of Russian-speakers in Uzbekistan. It was generally very positive, probably even naive, though even the highly political ORT couldn't conceal some of the details of life in Russia.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Ukraine and it's permanent "love-hatred" state of relations with Russia. And 1-day stays in St. Petersburg on the trips to Finland. Not very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;And lately I've been reading about the governmental program for ICT development in the country. Guys, that is something. You can feel the effort and determination. And also good to see that the oildollars are spend for the things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Russia, go-go! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7033456487578513177?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7033456487578513177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7033456487578513177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7033456487578513177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7033456487578513177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-russia.html' title='About Russia'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7757396265324612040</id><published>2008-07-06T21:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:21:54.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'>AIESEC and Economic Depression</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, one of the senior consultants and owners of my company is an AIESEC alumnus back from 90s. So, the other day we had a nice chat about AIESEC: how it was and what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;And there were a couple of his thoughts that made me ponder:&lt;br /&gt;First, if you compare AIESEC in Finland back 15 years ago and right now, it's like 2 different organizations. In the sense of results, etc. Gosh, they did make a difference. But his point was that at that time &lt;a href="http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qa3760/is_199804/ai_n8807036"&gt;Finland was in a big economic depression&lt;/a&gt;. The level of unemployment was around 20%. Even the brightest students found it difficult to find a job and, of course, they went to volunteer organizations like AIESEC.  And now there are so many great opportunities, that AIESEC is basically struggling. Makes me think about the future of AIESEC as an organization.&lt;br /&gt;Another point was about alumni networking. He told that the reason why AIESEC Connect and other similar efforts have been continuously failing is the lack of dynamic content. For example, AIESECers could be doing some profound research and use it for credits at unis, but also to offer to externals and alumni as an area of competence or in ICX sales (here what we do, other can do the same). I know, that may sound a bit impossible, but it has a lot of reasoning behind. Most of AIESEC alumni are business people. If you want to reach them, they need to see a business opportunity. Otherwise, there is no point to be registering in some version of LinkedIn working worse only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7757396265324612040?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7757396265324612040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7757396265324612040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7757396265324612040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7757396265324612040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/aiesec-and-economic-depression.html' title='AIESEC and Economic Depression'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-2288458668120628101</id><published>2008-07-06T21:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:02:44.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Today I was chatting with my sister and I realised how much I miss her. And my parents... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-2288458668120628101?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/2288458668120628101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=2288458668120628101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2288458668120628101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2288458668120628101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-4963313353502787166</id><published>2008-07-06T19:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:42:49.761+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Океан Ельзи: Веселі часи (video + lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jxCqnRrbXbk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jxCqnRrbXbk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Хорошая песня. Заставляет задуматься...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-4963313353502787166?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/4963313353502787166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=4963313353502787166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4963313353502787166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4963313353502787166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/07/video-lyrics.html' title='Океан Ельзи: Веселі часи (video + lyrics)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-2631492718828103127</id><published>2008-06-29T15:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:39:46.820+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Styles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some time ago I read an article about different sales styles. Cannot find that one any more, but &lt;a href="http://altlearningdesigns.com/images/pdfs/SampleManagerGuide.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; you can read a similar one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that there are 5 different sales styles which define the way you approach your customer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charismatic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charismatic sales reps sell on personality, relationship, and use charm to connect with the customer. The focus is not on providing solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a high-pressure Sales Rep who is overly aggressive and rushes toward the close. Killer Sales Reps are always closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technical&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Technical Sales Rep does not think about closing and focuses only on the product/technical aspects. Rapport is not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quasi-Consultative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is a hybrid approach most professionals practice today combining some charismatic and technical style. However, it still focuses more on product application versus on the needs of the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truly Consultative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new hybrid in which to differentiate yourself. The Consultative style is more interactive and increases customer focus by asking more questions before getting to the solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The thing which dawned on me is that, in a way, those sales style reflect the relationship building styles people have and can apply to any or, at least, to most kinds of relationships. I don't want to sound too cynical by comparing feelings with hard-core business. My point is that whenever you communicate with someone else, you are basically selling yourself and the long-term product of that communication is a relationship built on trust and understanding (or whatever else is important for you in a relationship).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people are really good at getting to know people, but somehow, after a while you feel used. Others know very well what they want from you and try to get it. Even more, there are those who will be always evaluating your relationship based on the social status the relationship gives, etc. The majority is "quasi-consultative". They seem to be caring, but somehow there are moments when that "quasi" part comes out. What I am wondering, is if those "truly consulting" people really exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-2631492718828103127?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/2631492718828103127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=2631492718828103127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2631492718828103127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2631492718828103127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/06/relationship-styles.html' title='Relationship Styles'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-4065800135237792361</id><published>2008-06-18T17:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:51:59.062+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My new job and whatever else has happened to me :)</title><content type='html'>Hello-hello!&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's already almost 3 weeks since I started working in Synocus Oy, a middle-sized Finnish management consulting company (I'm writing this, coz that's the most popular question I've heard recently. Of course, most popular after: so where are you from actually? ...stan?! Pakistan?). It's all new for me and challenging, though very interesting. And ppl even try to recall those words they know in Russian :) And I'm grateful to AIESEC for those so many practical skills and things I've been involved to and which are extremely useful for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time my AIESEC life continues (I'm now in the EB here). But it's definitely different. Maybe I've become more realistic, or just grew too old in AIESEC, but those things simply don't touch me anymore as they used to (and it's not a demotivation period, just a totally different viewpoint). For example, last weekend we had a Functional Weekend (a planning camp for functional VPs, etc). It was good and the people were great, but somehow I could barely overcome boredom at some points. And that was not because the sessions were not prepared, or whatever else external factor: just a feeling a repetition - almost the same first in my LC, then in Ukraine, then now. And somehow I feel that in the end, those things are marginal - the most important thing is the JFDI part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive stuff? Lots of it. Saw "Sex and the City. The Movie" a couple of days ago. Wouldn't call it the best movie I've ever seen and probably wouldn't spend 2.5 hrs watching it once more, but that was fun. And that was the most girlish movie hall I've ever seen in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday, they finally called me from the Finnish Courses. It has been on the waiting list, but now I'm in. Very-very happy :) Actually, I'm in a quite multilingual community these days: a mixture of Finnish, Swedish and English at work and lots of Russian at home (I have a Russian flat mate now and 2 more of her friends are visiting her at the moment) with some French tv5 broadcasting occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's also a partying season. Janne, our VP ER, has his BDay party yesterday and we had a great celebration with his closest friends in his house in Espoo. That was magnificent. And the food... staying there till the next celebration sounded like a reasonable idea ;). Saturday is the Midsummer Day or Juhannus in Finnish after St. John the Baptist, is the beginning of the vacation season in the country. Everyone is escaping from cities to their summer cottages starting from Thursday afternoon. Besides, it seems to be a marriage season around the globe: several of the people I know will be getting married soon or have just married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for some nasty stuff: I had surgery today in the morning and the diagnosis is that the tooth cannot be saved. Which means I'll need to get a protesis or implantant (the latter is not sure, coz I may not have even enough bone left to implant anything). The whole ceremony will start from the fall, once my current wound will heal after the surgery. And it will cost me several thousands :(&lt;br /&gt;... C'est la vie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-4065800135237792361?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/4065800135237792361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=4065800135237792361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4065800135237792361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4065800135237792361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-job-and-whatever-else-has.html' title='My new job and whatever else has happened to me :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5939733520449155890</id><published>2008-06-11T17:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:14:22.725+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chingiz Aytmatov :(</title><content type='html'>Вчера ушел из жизни &lt;a href="http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%90%D0%B9%D1%82%D0%BC%D0%B0%D1%82%D0%BE%D0%B2,_%D0%A7%D0%B8%D0%BD%D0%B3%D0%B8%D0%B7_%D0%A2%D0%BE%D1%80%D0%B5%D0%BA%D1%83%D0%BB%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B8%D1%87"&gt;Чингиз Айтматов &lt;/a&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Один из моих самых любимых писателей советского периода (и единственный киргизско-казахский писатель, которого я читала)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5939733520449155890?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5939733520449155890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5939733520449155890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5939733520449155890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5939733520449155890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/06/chingiz-aytmatov.html' title='Chingiz Aytmatov :('/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-8529652496428738739</id><published>2008-05-28T18:37:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:39:21.152+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont' worry, be happy :)</title><content type='html'>Have just returned from vacations and found &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2008/05/angry-people-ar.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; on angry people in my feed reader.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot say that is something totally new but I liked the graph. Makes you think whether to become angry that one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, how do you deal with angry people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-8529652496428738739?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/8529652496428738739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=8529652496428738739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8529652496428738739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8529652496428738739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Dont&apos; worry, be happy :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1197697889665916019</id><published>2008-05-12T14:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:29:37.907+03:00</updated><title type='text'>О ярких впечатлениях</title><content type='html'>Летнее утро...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Вернее, очень много летних утр. Когда, в середине июля, во время чилли, уже совершенно невозможно спать ночью на жарком матрасе; когда, с радостью перебравшись на пол, находишь прохладу в легком сквозняке (и ведь надо еще выбрать место между двумя открытыми дверями, чтобы продувало)... и все же не спишь полночи, ожидая, когда спадет зной; когда, прочитав несколько глав, ты наконец-то находишь ту прохладу и засыпаешь. ... А на утро, пробуждаешься с радостным ощущением нового дня, под крики мимо проходящих "опу"шек "Кисле-пресне ма-ла-ко. Каймак" и с полным осознанием лета и каникул. Еще не так жарко и можно столько всего успеть. И квартиру убрать, и в магазин сгонять, поздороваться с уже сидящими на скамеечке бабульками и даже перекинуть словами с Нигорой или Шахнозой, соседскими девчонками, по старой доброй узбекской традиции вылизывающие свои подъезды и двор с утра, да так, чтобы блестело.&lt;br /&gt;А потом еще надо позаниматься и приготовить ужин (кто обедает в такую жару? ;). Но это все потом. А пока это только утро. И можно потянуться и помечтать...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Семейные праздники...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...К которым готовишься как минимум за пару недель, старательно пытаясь изобрести то, чего еще не было, но обязательно понравится. По-праздничному веселые родители и сестра. Именно по-проздничному, когда их глаза бесприрывно светятся и вокруг все становится как-то теплее. А потом сборы к бабушке с дедушкой. Это уже просто отдельная церемония и большое событие :) И много-много особенной праздничной дружюонародовской еды: и корейской, и узбекской, и русской :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Дорога в школу...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Те 20 минут в тени деревьев, особенно весной, когда у каждого дерева свой запах и уже созрел тутовник, так удобно растущий прям через дорогу. Те несколько поворотов и маленьких улочек, которые за 10 лет я могу пройти уже с закрытыми глазами. Большие планы и разговоры о вечном :) Разговоры, в которых русские слова плавно перемешиваются с узбекскими "хоп", "майли", "барибир" и многими другими, такими роднымит и естественными словами и фразочками...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1197697889665916019?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1197697889665916019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1197697889665916019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1197697889665916019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1197697889665916019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_6874.html' title='О ярких впечатлениях'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3317694989194664389</id><published>2008-05-12T12:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:46:27.972+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Найдите 10 различий :)</title><content type='html'>Вчера чисто случайно наткнулась на эти видео :)&lt;br /&gt;Первое - регаеттон, второе - танец живота под курдскую музыку(типа :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhsrWUG3_Ls&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhsrWUG3_Ls&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hcWqYp3mG_E&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hcWqYp3mG_E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3317694989194664389?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3317694989194664389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3317694989194664389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3317694989194664389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3317694989194664389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/05/10.html' title='Найдите 10 различий :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6051769035592357538</id><published>2008-05-12T12:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:39:19.507+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Объявление в зоопарке : "Страусов не пугать. Пол бетонный !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Пешеходы бывают двух видов: шустрые и мертвые!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Я знаю джиу-джитсу, самбо, дзюдо, айкидо и много дpугих стpашных слов.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Уважаемые читатели! По Вашим многочисленным пpосьбам с нового года наша газета будет выходить в pулонах и без текста...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Трое в лодке, не стесняясь собаки&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Когда мы нарушаем закон - нас штрафуют, когда мы поступаем правильно - с нас берут налоги.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Молодой хоэяйке на заметку.&lt;br /&gt;Помните, что скромная бутылка водки не только украсит стол, но и скроет ваши кулинарные промахи.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Господа, третий день не хочется работать, что бы это значило?&lt;br /&gt;- Наверное, сегодня СРЕДА !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Думаете, ГИБДД - Государственная Инспекция Безопасности Дорожного Движения?&lt;br /&gt;Гони Инспектору Бабки, Двигай Дальше.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Надпись над писсуаром:&lt;br /&gt;Не льсти себе, ПОДОЙДИ ПОБЛИЖЕ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;РАБ МЕЧТАЕТ НЕ О СВОБОДЕ, А О СВОИХ  РАБАХ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Добро обязательно победит зло. Поставит на колени. И зверски убьет.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Не могу стоять, когда другие работают. Пойду полежу.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Если тебя ударили по правой щеке, подставь левую ... Затем уйди под локоть и с низу в челюсть.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Навеено вчерашней пьянкой:&lt;br /&gt;" Часто о лучших минутах в нашей жизни мы узнаем от очевидцев. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Первым гаишником на Руси был Соловей-разбойник.  Он сидел у дороги, свистел и грабил.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Наклейка на самолете-невидимке Стэлc:&lt;br /&gt;"Если ты можешь это прочитать, значит мы зря выкинули 50 лимонов баксов!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ну что сказать об испанцах, если у них мужики носят имена Хуан, Хулио, Педро и Гомес, а бабы - Кончита и Хуанита&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Билл - гей. Тсc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Копчик - это маленький, очень маленький американский полицейский.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6051769035592357538?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6051769035592357538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6051769035592357538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6051769035592357538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6051769035592357538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_12.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7850423926727930988</id><published>2008-05-09T23:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:43:31.409+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Russian Army Choir -Smuglyanka Moldavanka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cW8jXxnBsDc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cW8jXxnBsDc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7850423926727930988?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7850423926727930988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7850423926727930988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7850423926727930988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7850423926727930988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-russian-army-choir-smuglyanka.html' title='Red Russian Army Choir -Smuglyanka Moldavanka'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5451495625261135528</id><published>2008-05-09T23:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:40:59.748+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Russian Army Choir - Kalinka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/09Rf2KqA7a4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/09Rf2KqA7a4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5451495625261135528?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5451495625261135528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5451495625261135528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5451495625261135528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5451495625261135528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-russian-army-choir-kalinka.html' title='Red Russian Army Choir - Kalinka'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-2257424358364637373</id><published>2008-05-09T23:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:26:35.852+03:00</updated><title type='text'>С Днем Победы!!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mK2T2aPooy4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mK2T2aPooy4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-2257424358364637373?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/2257424358364637373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=2257424358364637373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2257424358364637373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2257424358364637373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='С Днем Победы!!! '/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5648073381396381431</id><published>2008-05-04T14:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:16:05.367+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>It's so beautiful out there... So really extremely beautiful. Now I understand why they call May the best month here.&lt;br /&gt;You can feel the spring. With any single nerve of your body. Those beautiful brids' songs... Never ever do they become as much beautiful any other time during the year.&lt;br /&gt;Now I really appreciate the fact that Pohjois-Haaga (the district where I live here) is basically "a cottage in the wood in the North oh Helsinki". Can you imagine: I see squarrels almost every day when I jog. And that is besides all tose different kinds of birds and even a hair once.&lt;br /&gt;You can call me an ignorant city dweller, but I am just admiring the beauty of the nature here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5648073381396381431?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5648073381396381431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5648073381396381431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5648073381396381431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5648073381396381431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-2863373720687860420</id><published>2008-05-02T23:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:21:24.165+03:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are 20 or a bit older ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.You look at what you are studying or your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone! but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you are scared just to be a contender!&lt;br /&gt;What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comes from &lt;a href="http://dekabrinka.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-20-or-bit-more.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-2863373720687860420?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/2863373720687860420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=2863373720687860420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2863373720687860420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2863373720687860420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-are-20-or-bit-older.html' title='When you are 20 or a bit older ;)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6628821059653966263</id><published>2008-04-20T11:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:04:46.495+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Handy Recovery</title><content type='html'>Yep!&lt;br /&gt;I recovered my files... Yahoo! Many thanks to Handy Recovery ;) It does work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6628821059653966263?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6628821059653966263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6628821059653966263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6628821059653966263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6628821059653966263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/04/handy-recovery.html' title='Handy Recovery'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3140385808663238527</id><published>2008-04-18T23:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:36:09.363+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some new blogger features</title><content type='html'>Ok, I definitely need to do smth to improve my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Like writing my name in some other language? ;) Not very strong, but at least smth&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ओल्गा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kannada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಒಳಗ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malayalam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ഒള്ഗ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tamil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஒலக&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telugu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఓల్గా&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3140385808663238527?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3140385808663238527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3140385808663238527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3140385808663238527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3140385808663238527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-new-blogger-features.html' title='Some new blogger features'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-661936279757924248</id><published>2008-04-18T23:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:27:30.367+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unique Abilities</title><content type='html'>Have you ever exprienced crashing the whole harddrive by &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;backing it up&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? No? I hadn't neither, before today, but first time is always special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it is so clever of me to store all files on a separate drive from all system files (thnx Sveta for suggetsing that one :) And it actually worked. Of course, nothing can help you, if you have some "unique abilities". Like finding 1 in 1 000 000 chance to crash the whole drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No files. Absolutely none. Drive not recognised by Windows. Definitely, blonde will suit my hair more :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-661936279757924248?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/661936279757924248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=661936279757924248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/661936279757924248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/661936279757924248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-unique-abilities.html' title='My Unique Abilities'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-2630426571193876166</id><published>2008-04-17T22:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:02:20.501+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do The Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahg6qcgoay4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahg6qcgoay4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-2630426571193876166?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/2630426571193876166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=2630426571193876166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2630426571193876166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2630426571193876166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-test.html' title='Do The Test'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-142925784648631533</id><published>2008-04-15T17:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:51:02.667+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been posting for a while now. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite honestly, not too much to write about. Yesterday sent all the reports to partners and today in the e-form to those who missed their chance ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they suggest me becoming a VP TM. Need to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, btw, have just found this citation in my RSS feed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People say we haven't seen anything like this before. They just haven't looked." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-142925784648631533?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/142925784648631533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=142925784648631533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/142925784648631533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/142925784648631533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/04/havent-been-posting-for-while-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-2482182332597355534</id><published>2008-04-03T22:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:27:02.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="530" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/B534EC0D32C9E41F"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/B534EC0D32C9E41F" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="530" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-2482182332597355534?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/2482182332597355534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=2482182332597355534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2482182332597355534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2482182332597355534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7722022157114360568</id><published>2008-04-01T23:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:11:49.821+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>Cannot believe it is over. Finally? Or do I regret?&lt;br /&gt;Donno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I for sure loved was the seminar experience and preparation just before it. Even inspite of several extremely strange behaviours by some of the delegates and a couple of hours of sleep for the whole weekend, I enjoyed it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really proud of my team members. And grateful. They were always there to help and take challenges. Whatever I asked them to do. And I also hope it helped the 3 LCs to get to know each other even better. Another thing which I was happy to realise: coordination and organisation did work :) Of course, not perfectly, but quite fine. And as usual, the simplest idea worked the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there is a video and some photos shred on my Facebook profile at the moment. Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7722022157114360568?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7722022157114360568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7722022157114360568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7722022157114360568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7722022157114360568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/04/success.html' title='SUCCESS'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3296199017000380050</id><published>2008-03-27T08:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:24:24.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yiWsWzUgcXE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yiWsWzUgcXE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3296199017000380050?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3296199017000380050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3296199017000380050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3296199017000380050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3296199017000380050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/03/grace-kelly.html' title='Grace Kelly'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7108348039659592020</id><published>2008-03-27T08:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:24:22.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Josiah Leming - One Last Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zQX0yhb-kUc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zQX0yhb-kUc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just awesome :) Listen to the lyrics!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7108348039659592020?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7108348039659592020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7108348039659592020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7108348039659592020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7108348039659592020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/03/josiah-leming-one-last-song.html' title='Josiah Leming - One Last Song'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1063904985419939159</id><published>2008-03-11T21:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:16:21.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhvanetskiy</title><content type='html'>Я могу бесконечно разоблачать тех, кто живет богато. Лишь бы это как-то бедным помогло. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Как сделать, чтобы все тосты хотя бы на 20% сбывались? Не пить, дорогой! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Богатство в России напоминает стояние в пробках на очень дорогом авто. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Распределение денег бюджета — река, заканчивающаяся душем. Кто под какую струйку попадет — детям расскажет. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Неважно, кем ты был, важно, кем стал. Когда мне говорят: «Вот вы евреи…» Я отвечаю: «Иисус Христос тоже был евреем. А кем стал…» &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Давайте переживать неприятности по мере их поступления. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Закон нашей жизни: не привыкнешь — подохнешь! не подохнешь — привыкнешь! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Обходи трамвай спереди, а руководство — сзади. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ничто в природе не исчезает и не пропадает, если его не продадут. Ломоносов. Лавуазье. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Наш человек никогда не жил хорошо. И нечего начинать. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В жизни можно делать всё, ибо за всё придется расплачиваться. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Если каждому — по труду, то самым богатым должен быть Сизиф. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Не смог предотвратить — возглавь! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Он так упорно думал о куске колбасы, что вокруг него собрались собаки. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Когда наутро я открыл дверь из моей комнаты на балкон — два голубя сдохли . Хотя я им кричал : «Отойдите»!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;По тому, как он плевал, сморкался и икал за столом, было видно, что он старается держаться прилично . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Чем больше женщину мы меньше, тем меньше больше нам она. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Господа! Я могу попрощаться, но идти мне некуда. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Сейчас много крутых мужиков в дорогих пальто. Но если бы они ценники срывали, никто бы не узнал, откуда они только что… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В этой любовной спешке он содрал с себя белье раньше пиджака. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Одно неловкое движение — и ты отец. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Языковой барьер он преодолел руками. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Запомните мое правило: «Алкоголь в малых дозах безвреден в любом количестве». &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ты женщина. Ты должна раз — лежать! И два — тихо! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Кто женился на молодой, расплатился сполна : она его никогда не увидит молодым, он ее никогда не увидит старой. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Маленькие женщины созданы для любви, большие — для работы. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вообще, женщин умных не бывает. Есть прелесть какие глупенькие и ужас какие дуры. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Господи! Пугай меня, но не наказывай! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И самовар у нас электрический, и мы довольно неискренние. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;История России — борьба невежества с несправедливостью. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Наша страна — родина талантов, а наша Родина — их кладбище. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Надежда умирает последней и отдельно от нас. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Надо проверить, почему в выходные Москва пустеет, и внедрить это в будни. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;С помощью мата слова звучат убедительней, но проще! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Когда меня спрашивают: «Чем же вам помочь?» Я отвечаю: «Не надо нам помогать, вы только не мешайте!» &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Искусство требует жертв и собирает с них деньги. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Нами движет чувство неудовлетворенности, а с чувством глубокого удовлетворения лежат. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Конечно, беспокоит мысль, что меня могут забыть. Так же беспокоит мысль, что меня могут запомнить. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Реклама водки: «Поверь в себя. Ты можешь больше!» &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Мужчина, надев шорты, должен хотя бы раз глянуть на себя в зеркало. И плюнуть в него. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Человек, порочащий других, порочен сам. (Древняя мудрость) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Боже! Ты мастер пауз. Молю тебя о единственной: между успехом и тревогой. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Выдержка — обратная сторона стремительности. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Доброта — дело наживное. Жестокость — врожденное. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Патриот — счастливый человек. Ни разу не разочаровался в себе. Только в других. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Сейчас аристократов нет, их заменяют пожилые актеры Малого театра. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Как всё изменилось — раньше хотелось быть услышанным. Теперь — понятым. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Что такое мужество — это трусость, о которой некому рассказать. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Футбол у нас, мальчик, не получается. — А что получается? — Мальчик, иди… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ездили в трамваях — были читающей страной. Сели за руль — стали писать. Эти писатели умирают гораздо позже своих произведений. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Он пишет, как кладет асфальт, — широко, ровно, гладко, быстро, плоско и ненадолго. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Как говорил начальник одесской канализации — выпьем за то, что нас кормит! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вход в жизнь и выход из жизни теперь платный. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Текст песен приближается к наскальной живописи. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Официальная справка: умственный труд вреден, физический противопоказан. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Настало время, когда сенсации спускаются сверху. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Нет того, чего мы хотим. Есть то, к чему мы можем приспособиться. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Как отличить настоящие бриллианты от ненастоящих? По лицу. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;То, что имеет счастливый человек, им не отнято, а отдано. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Между философом и политиком разница проста. Политик не сообщает вам свои мысли — он угадывает ваши. Угадывает правильно. Осуществить не может. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Расплата за богатство: изоляция, охрана, стресс и риск не вернуться домой. &lt;br /&gt;Расплата за бедность — масса свободного времени, любовь, дружба, легкое перемещение в пространстве и мечта разбогатеть, чтобы отведать сказанное выше. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И последнее: «Что я могу сказать кроме «спасибо»? Только «до свиданья!» &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Программист жене: СD молча и не DVD меня до белого каления!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Беда не в том, что жиды продали Россию. Беда в том, что, продав, они ни хрена не занимаются её гарантийным обслуживанием.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В банe: - Вы из Бeрдичeва? - А как вы узнали? - Сразу видно - ажурная работа нашeго раввина.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1063904985419939159?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1063904985419939159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1063904985419939159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1063904985419939159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1063904985419939159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/03/zhvanetskiy.html' title='Zhvanetskiy'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1275453637181368614</id><published>2008-03-10T12:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:06:25.737+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know me? R u sure? ;)</title><content type='html'>1. Мое имя? (2 балла)&lt;br /&gt;2. Мое отчество? (6 баллов)&lt;br /&gt;3. Кто ты мне? (1 балл )&lt;br /&gt;4. Где я учусь? (1 балл)&lt;br /&gt;5. Чего я боюсь? (3 балла)&lt;br /&gt;6. Я курю? (2 балла)&lt;br /&gt;7. Я выпиваю? (3 балла)&lt;br /&gt;8. Родные братья/сестры есть? (1 балл)&lt;br /&gt;9. Где я живу? Страна и Город (2 балла)&lt;br /&gt;10. Назовите хотя бы один вид деятельности,которым я люблю заниматься? (2 балла)&lt;br /&gt;11. У меня есть пирсинг? Если есть, то где? (1 балл)&lt;br /&gt;12. Тату? (4 балла)&lt;br /&gt;13. Мое любимое направление в музыке? (3 балла)&lt;br /&gt;14. Я стеснительный? (4 балла)&lt;br /&gt;15. Я бунтарь или я следую правилам? (3 балла)&lt;br /&gt;16. Мой любимый цвет? (2 балла)&lt;br /&gt;17. Назовите что-то, что я ненавижу? (3 балла)&lt;br /&gt;18. Назовите мой талант? (4 балла)&lt;br /&gt;19. Мое достижение? (4 балла)&lt;br /&gt;20. Стиль в одежде? (4 балла)&lt;br /&gt;21. Мое любимое животное? (4 балла)&lt;br /&gt;22. Мой любимый сериал? (3 балла)&lt;br /&gt;23. Нравится ли мне кто-то сейчас? (ДА или НЕТ) (2 балла)&lt;br /&gt;24. Если да, то как долго и насколько серьезно? (5 баллов)&lt;br /&gt;25. Какой у меня рост? (5 баллов)&lt;br /&gt;26. Самая моя ужасная привычка? (5 баллов)&lt;br /&gt;27. Самая моя лучшая привычка? (5 баллов)&lt;br /&gt;28. 5 предметов без которых я не представляю своей жизни? (5 баллов)&lt;br /&gt;29. Какое у меня хобби??? (3 балла)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 и более - Ты шпион или сумасшедший фанат?&lt;br /&gt;80-85 баллов - Близкий человек..&lt;br /&gt;70-79 баллов - ну просто замечательный знакомый (может быть даже друг)&lt;br /&gt;60-69 баллов - хороший знакомый&lt;br /&gt;40-59 баллов - знакомый&lt;br /&gt;20-39 баллов - Приглашаю со мной выпить...чаю..&lt;br /&gt;0-19 баллов- Обращайся ко мне на Вы!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1275453637181368614?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1275453637181368614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1275453637181368614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1275453637181368614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1275453637181368614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-know-me-r-u-sure.html' title='Do you know me? R u sure? ;)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6757465947258099116</id><published>2008-03-10T12:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:05:36.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prik :)</title><content type='html'>Я такая же, как все женщины,&lt;br /&gt;Целомудренно я распутная.&lt;br /&gt;Их проклятьем навек помечена —&lt;br /&gt;В постоянстве своем минутная.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я бесчестная, но правдивая,&lt;br /&gt;Сумасшедшая и разумная.&lt;br /&gt;Так серьезно я шаловливая,&lt;br /&gt;Так по-глупому часто умная.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ночью — пьяная и жестокая,&lt;br /&gt;Словно брови, дугой изогнута.&lt;br /&gt;Как слеза порой — одинокая,&lt;br /&gt;В легкомыслии — очень строгая.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Мое горе рыдает хохотом,&lt;br /&gt;Мое счастье обидой кажется.&lt;br /&gt;Тишина моя стонет грохотом.&lt;br /&gt;А свобода — с цепною тяжестью.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я люблю — все равно что милую,&lt;br /&gt;Прогоняю — благословением,&lt;br /&gt;Проклинаю судьбу постылую,&lt;br /&gt;Но считаю ее дарением.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И в глазах моих нету святости,&lt;br /&gt;А в речах многовато гордости.&lt;br /&gt;Но в душе моей веют прянности&lt;br /&gt;Неуемной болтливой робости.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я послушная и строптивая,&lt;br /&gt;В своей слабостной силе вечная.&lt;br /&gt;Ждать готовая, нетерпеливая.&lt;br /&gt;Я такая... Я просто женщина!&lt;br /&gt;© Bara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6757465947258099116?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6757465947258099116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6757465947258099116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6757465947258099116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6757465947258099116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/03/prik.html' title='Prik :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3846221043583926468</id><published>2008-03-09T22:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:04:32.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Ukraine</title><content type='html'>10 days in a country which became my home for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetings with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hm, sometimes people here criticise the university: we don't like some teachers' English (!) accent, we would prefer more prectice or broader overview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after KNEU it looks just perfect&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that was one of the things I felt really bad about: Ukrainians are not stupid (actuualy, the oppposite is true), but why it is the way it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was mainly a very happy time: buying presents, rushing around, getting to know new people and learning about the successes of my old good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love birthdays. Mine or others. I love seeing  a person's face when he or she is really happy to recieve a present. And then all those hours spent on preparation seem just nothing compared to the sheer happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also enjoy adoring other people. Hearing how they reached something, their new ideas and businesses. Knowing tat they will succeed. It makes you feel proud for the opportunity to know those people. And it also motivates you to learn and devlop faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so pleasant to have the "road home" feeling. Even more pleasant when you feel it twice in both destinations: it's like the 2 different facets of the same self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I didn't manage to stay for the wedding (which I really regret), I did manage to meet the newly-married husband :) Marriage does change people,... but just a little :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3846221043583926468?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3846221043583926468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3846221043583926468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://romakhin.ru/qip/?sort=rate"&gt;ICQ status&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1091990610912481739?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1091990610912481739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1091990610912481739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1091990610912481739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1091990610912481739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/02/smile.html' title='Smile :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7199354313487477908</id><published>2008-02-12T23:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:54:28.281+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>We had a provoking question today: if your friend asks you to lend him/her €100 000 to buy a new apartment, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is, of course, most probably one wouldn't coz it's riski, etc. And that's one of the reasons financial institutions exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... maybe I am naive and everything, but I do believe in some cases the money should be lent or even just given. And not only for apartments and not only for friends. Éven if those cases happen once per hundred or thousand or even million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's also about relative value and importance. Your income and savings level. And many other things and relationships about you and the other person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7199354313487477908?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7199354313487477908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7199354313487477908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7199354313487477908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7199354313487477908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/02/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-894850633976191547</id><published>2008-02-12T23:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:26:49.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time or how fast things happen</title><content type='html'>Have just learned about the results of MC elections in Belgium. Absolutely accidently. Leentje was not elected :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what startled me again was how fast time goes. No, runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if it was yesterday, when I went to Norway. And now Nastya has already left and it will be March soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-894850633976191547?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/894850633976191547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=894850633976191547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/894850633976191547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/894850633976191547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-or-how-fast-things-happen.html' title='Time or how fast things happen'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1283817945938224169</id><published>2008-02-12T22:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:16:28.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Finnish :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7krRrcgmTJE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7krRrcgmTJE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1283817945938224169?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1283817945938224169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1283817945938224169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1283817945938224169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1283817945938224169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-finnish.html' title='Some Finnish :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-604191267218524405</id><published>2008-02-02T21:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:59:44.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nastya</title><content type='html'>Yep, finally it came true&lt;br /&gt;The first guest from the Big Land came to visit me. And the first one is so special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first observation: Nastya hasn't changed. yep. there have been many things happening and many new positive events. but the person is still the same. Our dear Klyukva (those, who know her will understand me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second observation: I would prefer a different kind of weather when my friends visit me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third observation:Helsinki is much better than I used to think :) I'm kinda getting proud of the city. (Thank you Nastya:))It's good when there are people who help you realize simple but important things on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth observation: I love my home LC :) And Katya especially ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-604191267218524405?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/604191267218524405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=604191267218524405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/604191267218524405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/604191267218524405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/02/nastya.html' title='Nastya'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7666926407837572118</id><published>2008-02-02T21:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:42:25.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Salaries in Finland</title><content type='html'>From time to time people ask me how much people earn in Finland. So, here is the official information published on Statistics Finland Website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stat.fi/tup/suoluk/suoluk_palkat_en.html"&gt;Wages, Salaries and Labour Costs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7666926407837572118?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7666926407837572118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7666926407837572118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7666926407837572118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7666926407837572118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/02/salaries-in-finland.html' title='Salaries in Finland'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-2098961896285219332</id><published>2008-01-30T22:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:02:59.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Стоимость Вашего блога&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://trinixy.ru/2007/09/07/skolko_stoit_vash_blog.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://trinixy.ru/blog_cost.jpg" width="298" height="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Стоимость блога&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;составляет &lt;font color="red"&gt;2 530 $&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trinixy.ru/2007/09/07/skolko_stoit_vash_blog.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Посчитать стоимость моего блога!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-2098961896285219332?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/2098961896285219332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=2098961896285219332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2098961896285219332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2098961896285219332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/httpolyakuznetsova.html' title=''/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-8815416853708493973</id><published>2008-01-26T00:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:26:36.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NatConf</title><content type='html'>My second NatConf and the third Finnish conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was feeling quite old (as an AIESECer): knowing many people and even the traditions of the Finnish official dinners (funny, I never thought I would be telling those to the Finnish AIESECers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there together with Katya Moskalets (ex-LCP of AIESEC in Odessa, she used to be on internship in India working for Tata, then stayed in the company for more years and then moved to Helsinki with one of their projects till the end of March, for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came on the second day, so by the time we arrived MCP was selected (Helena, congratulations!), all speeches passed. But still we enjoyed some sessions, even contributed to the preparation of 60th anniversary and attended the official dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that positively impressed me (I noticed that before, but not to this degree): the level of alumni involvement. It's something really intangible. Not like planning to call 20 alumni and ask them how they want to cooperate with AIESECers. It's the alumni who enjoy being in the organisation even after leaving it and establishing their careers, etc. They are now thinking about submitting a bid for EuroCo 2008 and the OC, for now, consists almost 100% of alumni! And it's not that someone asked them to do that. It just came to their mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back in Helsinki, we'll be working on Success 2008. I hope, it will be truly a success :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-8815416853708493973?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/8815416853708493973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=8815416853708493973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8815416853708493973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8815416853708493973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/natconf.html' title='NatConf'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-11363758192731753</id><published>2008-01-26T00:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:12:41.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiler Room</title><content type='html'>I have recently watched this film. Actually, it all started from a sesion by Nuno (the chair of Achieve 2008 in Norway). He showed a part of it together with the great speech by the Colonel from "The Scent of Woman". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Leentje told me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to make th long story short, I downloaded the movie and watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's defiitely worth seeing if you want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To see good sales. Yep, it is quite conradictory from the moral side and it actually reminded me a very similar situation this summer when I was looking for a job. But still, the guy did sell well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To think about the value of ethics in any kind of work you do. And think about the relationships you have: with family, friends, sole mates, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just enjoy a nice movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-11363758192731753?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/11363758192731753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=11363758192731753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/11363758192731753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/11363758192731753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/boiler-room.html' title='Boiler Room'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-8643992314934912386</id><published>2008-01-22T00:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:30:04.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish and Finnish</title><content type='html'>I have just started learning those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donno how to explain the feeling, but I just love learning new languages. It's like discovering the new land. Every single page gives you so much. You even start feeling closer with the locals, even though I have had just a couple of classes and my language is really basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how it goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-8643992314934912386?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/8643992314934912386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=8643992314934912386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8643992314934912386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8643992314934912386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/swedish-and-finnish.html' title='Swedish and Finnish'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5533486767707604422</id><published>2008-01-22T00:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:24:12.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Detochka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R5UbNVZjSTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/A4kfscOmyCw/s1600-h/Fujitsu_Siemens_Esprimo_V5535_Celeron_M_1_73GHz_1024MB_80GB_TFT15_4_DVDRW_Win_Vista_Home_Premium.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R5UbNVZjSTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/A4kfscOmyCw/s320/Fujitsu_Siemens_Esprimo_V5535_Celeron_M_1_73GHz_1024MB_80GB_TFT15_4_DVDRW_Win_Vista_Home_Premium.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158058864119335218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Да, вот такая у меня теперь деточка :) Прошу любить и жаловать. Я ее уже люблю...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5533486767707604422?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5533486767707604422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5533486767707604422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5533486767707604422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5533486767707604422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/detochka.html' title='Detochka'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R5UbNVZjSTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/A4kfscOmyCw/s72-c/Fujitsu_Siemens_Esprimo_V5535_Celeron_M_1_73GHz_1024MB_80GB_TFT15_4_DVDRW_Win_Vista_Home_Premium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-8128869076499037322</id><published>2008-01-11T15:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:51:26.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy and Norway</title><content type='html'>I am a bit slow to post this, but finally I've found time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, big THANK YOU, Mashenka!!! And hope to see you soon again. Now in Helsinki ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some observations and conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Next time I decide to see a city, I'll put all effort just to have time and space for seeing and feeling it. Rushing through is not the best strategy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe I've been in Helsinki for too long :) Italians are a bit too loud for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Italians build impressive things. I hope I'll have enough time one day to come back, get used to the culture, feel it, experience the famous hospitality (and Sunday dinners :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Conferences do happen without facis being dead by the end of them. And quite nice actually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Even if the common stereotype says that 2 countries are the same, be prepared to see many differences. And enjoy them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. And thank you Magnus, Kirsten, Kenneth, Sonam and Camilla for selecting me ;) And Aisling, Leen, Kristin, Bjorn, Leo and Nuno for being in the same team :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-8128869076499037322?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/8128869076499037322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=8128869076499037322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8128869076499037322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8128869076499037322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/italy-and-norway.html' title='Italy and Norway'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5878481610872750045</id><published>2008-01-11T15:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:27:07.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" style="width: 400px; border: 1px solid #EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; margin: 0px; padding: 8px; background-color: #006680; color: #FFFFFF; font: 16px Arial"&gt;Итак... Ты - солнечный ангел&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; padding: 8px; background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #000000; font: 12px Arial"&gt;Привет! Знай, после смерти ты станешь ангелом солнца...Это создания света, радости и счастья. ты будешь дарить людям любовь, детей и смех, будешь оберегать их от несчастий...Ты сделаешь этот Мир лучше. Ты - Ангел Солнца!! Ангел света, любви, счастья, радости и улыбок... После дождя ты будешь создавать радуги-мосты, и летать по ночам между мятных звезд, и ловить их, чтобы они не упали...Будешь дарить людям надежду, утешать... Лишь будь тем, кто ты на самом деле...&lt;img src="http://jeans.invaders.com.ua/photos/a/n/angelikawww/427907/радужный_ангел_normal.jpeg" align="right" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; margin: 0px; padding: 8px; background-color: #006680; font: 12px Arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aeterna.ru/test.php?link=tests:17604" style="color: #FFFFFF"&gt;Пройти тест&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5878481610872750045?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5878481610872750045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5878481610872750045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5878481610872750045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5878481610872750045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-8936399244115198232</id><published>2008-01-04T13:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:43:46.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the strangest assignments I've ever seen</title><content type='html'>Порівняльна характеристика підходів до висвітлення однієї з тем дисципліни у 3-х підручниках з менеджменту&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kto zdes dibil?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-8936399244115198232?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/8936399244115198232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=8936399244115198232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8936399244115198232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8936399244115198232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-strangest-assignments-ive-ever.html' title='One of the strangest assignments I&apos;ve ever seen'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6381042986711876133</id><published>2008-01-04T11:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:35:49.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Information for those who still owe me a villa ;)</title><content type='html'>Thanks to recent explorations of Helsinki and my trip to Tallinn, I have discovered several out of those 350 islands near Helsinki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on you can focus on buying them :) (pls contact me for coordinates ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6381042986711876133?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6381042986711876133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6381042986711876133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6381042986711876133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6381042986711876133'/><link 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href="http://picasaweb.google.com/cboteros/XmasBalticsTour2007Kaisadorys"&gt;Kaisadorys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/cboteros/XmasBalticsTour2007Trakai"&gt;Trakai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/cboteros/XmasBalticsTour2007Kaunas"&gt;Kaunas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/cboteros/XmasBalticsTour2007Riga"&gt;Riga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=11800&amp;amp;l=bcc55&amp;amp;id=502148179"&gt;Tallinn and Helsinki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some blog posts of Kike about our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavidavayviene.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-baltics-tour-2007.html"&gt;XMas Baltic Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavidavayviene.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-baltics-tour-2007-riga.html"&gt;XMas Baltic Tour Riga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavidavayviene.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-lithuania.html"&gt;XMas Baltic Tour Kaunas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavidavayviene.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-baltics-tour-2007-kaisadorys.html"&gt;XMas Baltic Tour Kaisadorys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavidavayviene.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-baltics-tour-2007-trakai.html"&gt;XMas Baltic Tour Trakai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavidavayviene.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-baltics-tour-2007-vilnus.html"&gt;XMas Baltic Tour Vilnius&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavidavayviene.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-baltics-tour-2007-riga-2.html"&gt;XMas Baltic Tour Riga (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavidavayviene.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-baltics-tour-2007-thank-you.html"&gt;XMas Baltic Tour Thank you!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5918705171606043298?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5918705171606043298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5918705171606043298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5918705171606043298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5918705171606043298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/xmas-trip-pictures.html' title='XMas Trip Pictures'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7207867017746422653</id><published>2008-01-02T21:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:36:17.135+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many millions of similar posts, letters, notes, just thoughts there are around the world now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely that was a great year. (It cannot be another way after the New Year Party in the flat of our green Olya we had last year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of my EB term, admission to HSE, trip to Tashkent and lots of other great, unforgettable events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it was difficult. But that one I needed to become stronger and more clever. And I am really grateful for people who moved me towards those diffculties: sometimes on purpose, but mainly things just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most part was just amazing. Challenging, educating, developing. It made me value simple things much more than I used to: family, friends, country. Things that we possess and miss. Differences in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, however great was 2007, I believe 2008 will be even better. It should be. This is the only way things can happen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the very best 2008 possible and thank you for making 2007 so great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7207867017746422653?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7207867017746422653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7207867017746422653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7207867017746422653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7207867017746422653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5366334911475820524</id><published>2008-01-02T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:27:05.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baltics Trip</title><content type='html'>Amazing, awesome, unbelievable, crazy, just "&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;" trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost always contradicted my understanding of "good trips", but that it even better: very flexible plan (hm, it's even hard to call a plan, "We go with someone to some place at some point of time where another someone gonna pick us up."), lots of time spent in buses and rushing around sightseeing places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it may all sound strange, but still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was the best trip in my life so far.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most intensive months when it comes to the number of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal record of the number of countries to visit in one day: I woke up in Tallinn, in the afternoon we were going around Riga and I even managed to skate for the first time in my life and in the evening we were having the great Kaunas pre-XMas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy-tales-go-live small old town Tallinn, Riga, Vilnius, Kaunas, Trakai. Great people, the brightest expression of joy and surprise I've seen so far (yep, Estonian interns do care about each other). The great AIESEC CEE spirit. Latino-Latvian Catholic XMas (I even managed to play Holy Mary :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people who made this trip so colourful and enjoyable. Thank you for taking care, hosting, taking around, talking, having fun, just being together :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5366334911475820524?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5366334911475820524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5366334911475820524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5366334911475820524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5366334911475820524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2008/01/baltics-trip.html' title='The Baltics Trip'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1631784315970510772</id><published>2007-12-19T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:20:08.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Integration</title><content type='html'>Today I finally came to a conclusion why re-integration feels so much worse than integration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound strange why I would think about that being in a new country, but I was so much surprised by that, when I went to Uzbekistan this year, that I've spent quite some time thinking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I adapt really fast to a new country and I don't feel like having a culture shock here (not so far, at least). And I don't remember having anything like that in Kiev. Of course, it doesn't mean I like absolutely everything or not get stressed at times, but that is just normal. As it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I came back to Tashkent I really felt "culturally shocked". Mostly for personal reasons (not connected with the country or city or anything external), but still... Not that I was too disappointed or didn't enjoy my visit, but still I expected a better experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the explanation that came to my mind today is basically that when you come to a new country, you expect new things, ambience, and life. And whatever happens you just accept it as it is. As it should be. Good or bad. This just the way people live in another country. You may take it for yourself or leave out. And of course you can keep something inner, something truly yours. And then you get used to it. As if you've been living there for the whole life. It's not worse, not better, just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that people tend to remember only the good things. And after you move from a country (whether it's your motherland or anywhere where you've spent a long time), you gradually forget any drawbacks it has or, even if you don't, they just fade away. And then you have this perfect static picture of your country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems start when you actually come back and realize that it's not that perfect as you used to think. And then there is the contradiction: somehow, you feel it's your country and deep inside you know that it's the way it is and it should have some drawbacks, but since it is so much your country you just don't want to accept this. You try to embrace the reality, but the picture often influenced by the reality of the new country, always stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure whether it's a real explanation or just something I created for myself to sooth the memory :) Let's see, how it goes in the future :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1631784315970510772?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1631784315970510772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1631784315970510772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1631784315970510772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1631784315970510772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/12/re-integration.html' title='Re-Integration'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7939125468720954933</id><published>2007-12-19T21:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:54:40.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On aerobics</title><content type='html'>Yep, this is my new passion. I do enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;And what I've recently realized is that you don't necessarily need to start going in for sports from your early childhood to achieve quite nice results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I've seen so many really good trainees and even some of our coaches who had never gone in for any sport before aerobics. Well, of course, they've been practicing for at least 10 years, but that gives hope :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7939125468720954933?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7939125468720954933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7939125468720954933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7939125468720954933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7939125468720954933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-aerobics.html' title='On aerobics'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-4866186428608185383</id><published>2007-12-19T21:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:44:09.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry XMas!</title><content type='html'>I love this holiday period, even though I'm neither Catholic nor Orthodox.&lt;br /&gt;Today, our aerobics trainer gave nice candies to everyone at the end of the class (high time to eat candies ;)), but anyway, that was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything is so beautiful with nice music and great mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry XMas and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-4866186428608185383?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/4866186428608185383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=4866186428608185383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4866186428608185383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4866186428608185383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/12/marry-xmas.html' title='Merry XMas!'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5377917367410383893</id><published>2007-12-16T21:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:00:04.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Free online PR training</title><content type='html'>Free online&lt;a href="http://thanks-for-help.livejournal.com/10788.html"&gt; PR training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5377917367410383893?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5377917367410383893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5377917367410383893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5377917367410383893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5377917367410383893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/12/free-online-pr-training.html' title='Free online PR training'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7033602254428920520</id><published>2007-12-13T14:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:46:24.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>About raising</title><content type='html'>The other day I experienced a very unusual way of "raising".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing on my busstop waiting for the bus when an absolutely unkonown African guy approached me (I am 99% sure I had never met him before) and... starts speaking to me &lt;strong&gt;in Russian!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite shocked a replied him and after a while (when he switched to English as his Russian vocabulary was somewhat similar to Ellochka Schukina's) he told me that he could seed at once that I am a Russian (funny, Russian people usually don't see even after several times, but anyway :)). Like, the Russian people here dress differently and behave differently and he has several Russian friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after 5 minutes of chat he said: "You know, I need to take a bus from the stop 50 meters from here and I have only 1 euro, could you give me 1,6?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's worth benchmarking? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7033602254428920520?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7033602254428920520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7033602254428920520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7033602254428920520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7033602254428920520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-raising.html' title='About raising'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-2975895563491301170</id><published>2007-12-08T13:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:31:14.341+02:00</updated><title type='text'>М.Горький. Песня о соколе</title><content type='html'>Море - огромное, лениво вздыхающее у берега, - уснуло и неподвижно в дали, облитой голубым сиянием луны. Мягкое и серебристое, оно слилось там с синим южным небом и крепко спит, отражая в себе прозрачную ткань перистых облаков, неподвижных и не скрывающих собою золотых узоров звезд. Кажется, что небо все ниже наклоняется над морем, желая понять то, о чем шепчут неугомонные волны, сонно всползая на берег.&lt;br /&gt;Горы, поросшие деревьями, уродливо изогнутыми норд-остом, резкими взмахами подняли свои вершины в синюю пустыню над ними, суровые контуры их округлились, одетые теплой и ласковой мглой южной ночи.&lt;br /&gt;Горы важно задумчивы. С них на пышные зеленоватые гребни волн упали черные тени и одевают их, как бы желая остановить единственное движение, заглушить немолчный плеск воды и вздохи пены - все звуки, которые нарушают тайную тишину, разлитую вокруг вместе с голубым серебром сияния луны, еще скрытой за горными вершинами.&lt;br /&gt;- А-ала-ах-а-акбар!.. - тихо вздыхает Надыр-Рагим-оглы, старый крымский чабан, высокий, седой, сожженный южным солнцем, сухой и мудрый старик. Мы с ним лежим на песке у громадного камня, оторвавшегося от родной горы, одетого тенью, поросшего мхом, - у камня печального, хмурого. На тот бок его, который обращен к морю, волны набросали тины, водорослей, и обвешанный ими камень кажется привязанным к узкой песчаной полоске, отделяющей море от гор. Пламя нашего костра освещает его со стороны,&lt;br /&gt;обращенной к горе, оно вздрагивает, и по старому камню, изрезанному частой&lt;br /&gt;сетью глубоких трещин, бегают тени.&lt;br /&gt;Мы с Рагимом варим уху из только что наловленной рыбы и оба находимся в том настроении, когда все кажется прозрачным, одухотворенным, позволяющим проникать в себя, когда на сердце так чисто, легко и нет иных желаний, кроме желания думать.&lt;br /&gt;А море ластится к берегу, и волны звучат так ласково, точно просят пустить их погреться к костру. Иногда в общей гармонии плеска слышится более повышенная и шаловливая нота - это одна из волн, посмелее, подползла ближе к нам.&lt;br /&gt;Рагим лежит грудью на песке, головой к морю, и вдумчиво смотрит в мутную даль, опершись локтями и положив голову на ладони. Мохнатая баранья шапка съехала ему на затылок, с моря веет свежестью в его высокий лоб, весь в мелких морщинах. Он философствует, не справляясь, слушаю ли я его, точно он говорит с морем:&lt;br /&gt;- Верный богу человек идет в рай. А который не служит богу и пророку? Может, он - вот в этой пене... И те серебряные пятна на воде, может, он же... кто знает?&lt;br /&gt;Темное, могуче размахнувшееся море светлеет, местами на нем появляются небрежно брошенные блики луны. Она уже выплыла из-за мохнатых вершин гор и теперь задумчиво льет свой свет на море, тихо вздыхающее ей навстречу, на берег и камень, у которого мы лежим.&lt;br /&gt;- Рагим!.. Расскажи сказку... - прошу я старика.&lt;br /&gt;- Зачем? - спрашивает Рагим, не оборачиваясь ко мне.&lt;br /&gt;- Так! Я люблю твои сказки.&lt;br /&gt;- Я тебе всь уж рассказал... Больше не знаю... - Это он хочет, чтобы я&lt;br /&gt;попросил его. Я прошу.&lt;br /&gt;- Хочешь, я расскажу тебе песню? - соглашается Рагим.&lt;br /&gt;Я хочу слышать старую песню, и унылым речитативом, стараясь сохранить своеобразную мелодию песни, он рассказывает.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Высоко в горы вполз Уж и лег там в сыром ущелье, свернувшись в узел и глядя в море.&lt;br /&gt;Высоко в небе сияло солнце, а горы зноем дышали в небо, и бились волны внизу о камень...&lt;br /&gt;А по ущелью, во тьме и брызгах, поток стремился навстречу морю, гремя камнями...&lt;br /&gt;Весь в белой пене, седой и сильный, он резал гору и падал в море, сердито воя.&lt;br /&gt;Вдруг в то ущелье, где Уж свернулся, пал с неба Сокол с разбитой грудью, в крови на перьях...&lt;br /&gt;С коротким криком он пал на землю и бился грудью в бессильном гневе о твердый камень...&lt;br /&gt;Уж испугался, отполз проворно, но скоро понял, что жизни птицы две-три минуты...&lt;br /&gt;Подполз он ближе к разбитой птице, и прошипел он ей прямо в очи:&lt;br /&gt;- Что, умираешь?&lt;br /&gt;- Да, умираю! - ответил Сокол, вздохнув глубоко. &lt;strong&gt;- Я славно пожил!.. Я&lt;br /&gt;знаю счастье!.. Я храбро бился!.. Я видел небо... Ты не увидишь его так&lt;br /&gt;близко!.. Эх ты, бедняга!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ну что же - небо? - пустое место... Как мне там ползать? Мне здесь&lt;br /&gt;прекрасно... тепло и сыро!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Так Уж ответил свободной птице и усмехнулся в душе над нею за эти бредни.&lt;br /&gt;И так подумал: "&lt;strong&gt;Летай иль ползай, конец известен: все в землю лягут, все прахом будет...&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Но Сокол смелый вдруг встрепенулся, привстал немного и по ущелью повел очами...&lt;br /&gt;Сквозь серый камень вода сочилась, и было душно в ущелье темном и пахло гнилью.&lt;br /&gt;И крикнул Сокол с тоской и болью, собрав все силы:&lt;br /&gt;- О, если б в небо хоть раз подняться!.. Врага прижал бы я... к ранам груди и... захлебнулся б моей он кровью!.. О, счастье битвы!..&lt;br /&gt;А Уж подумал: "Должно быть, в небе и в самом деле пожить приятно, коль он так стонет!.."&lt;br /&gt;И предожил он свободной птице: "А ты подвинься на край ущелья и вниз бросайся. Быть может, крылья тебя поднимут и поживешь ты еще немного в твоей стихии".&lt;br /&gt;И дрогнул Сокол и, гордо крикнув, пошел к обрыву, скользя когтями по слизи камня.&lt;br /&gt;И подошел он, расправил крылья, вздохнул всей грудью, сверкнул очами и - вниз скатился.&lt;br /&gt;И сам, как камень, скользя по скалам, он быстро падал, ломая крылья, теряя перья...&lt;br /&gt;Волна потока его схватила и, кровь омывши, одела в пену, умчала в море.&lt;br /&gt;А волны моря с печальным ревом о камень бились... И трупа птицы не видно было в морском пространстве...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В ущелье лежа, Уж долго думал о смерти птицы, о страсти к небу. И вот взглянул он в ту даль, что вечно ласкает очи мечтой о счастье.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- А что он видел, умерший Сокол, в пустыне этой без дна и края? Зачем такие, как он, умерши, смущают душу своей любовью к полетам в небо? Что им там ясно?&lt;/strong&gt; А я ведь мог бы узнать все это, взлетевши в небо хоть ненадолго. Сказал и - сделал. В кольцо свернувшись, он прянул в воздух и узкой лентой блеснул на солнце.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Рожденный ползать - летать не может!.. Забыв об этом, он пал на камни, но не убился, а рассмеялся...&lt;br /&gt;- Так вот в чем прелесть полетов в небо! Она - в паденье!.. Смешные птицы! Земли не зная, на ней тоскуя, они стремятся высоко в небо и ищут жизни в пустыне знойной. Там только пусто. Там много света, но нет там пищи и нет опоры живому телу. Зачем же гордость? Зачем укоры? Затем, чтоб ею прикрыть безумство своих желаний и скрыть за ними свою негодность для дела жизни? Смешные птицы!..&lt;/strong&gt; Но не обманут теперь уж больше меня их речи! Я сам все знаю! Я - видел небо... Взлетал в него я, его измерил, познал паденье,&lt;br /&gt;но не разбился, а только крепче в себя я верю. Пусть те, что землю любить не&lt;br /&gt;могут, живут обманом. Я знаю правду. И их призывам я не поверю. Земли творенье - землей живу я.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И он свернулся в клубок на камне, гордясь собою.&lt;br /&gt;Блестело море, все в ярком свете, и грозно волны о берег бились.&lt;br /&gt;В их львином реве гремела песня о гордой птице, дрожали скалы от их ударов, дрожало небо от грозной песни:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Безумству храбрых поем мы славу! Безумство храбрых - вот мудрость жизни!&lt;/strong&gt; О смелый Сокол! В бою с врагами истек ты кровью... Но будет время - и капли крови твоей горячей, как искры, вспыхнут во мраке жизни и много смелых сердец зажгут безумной жаждой свободы, света!&lt;br /&gt;Пускай ты умер!.. Но в песне смелых и сильных духом всегда ты будешь живым примером, призывом гордым к свободе, к свету! Безумству храбрых поем мы песню!.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Молчит опаловая даль моря, певуче плещут волны на песок, и я молчу,&lt;br /&gt;глядя в даль моря. На воде все больше серебряных пятен от лунных лучей...&lt;br /&gt;Наш котелок тихо закипает.&lt;br /&gt;Одна из волн игриво вскатывается на берег и, вызывающе шумя, ползет к&lt;br /&gt;голове Рагима.&lt;br /&gt;- Куда идешь?.. Пшла! - машет на нее Рагим рукой, и она покорно&lt;br /&gt;скатывается обратно в море.&lt;br /&gt;Мне нимало не смешна и не страшна выходка Рагима, одухотворяющего&lt;br /&gt;волны. Все кругом смотрит странно живо, мягко, ласково. Море так внушительно&lt;br /&gt;спокойно, и чувствуется, что в свежем дыхании его на горы, еще не остывшие&lt;br /&gt;от дневного зноя, скрыто много мощной, сдержанной силы. По темно-синему небу&lt;br /&gt;золотым узором звезд написано нечто торжественное, чарующее душу, смущающее&lt;br /&gt;ум сладким ожиданием какого-то откровения.&lt;br /&gt;Все дремлет, но дремлет напряженно чутко, и кажется, что вот в&lt;br /&gt;следующую секунду все встрепенется и зазвучит в стройной гармонии&lt;br /&gt;неизъяснимо сладких звуков. Эти звуки расскажут про тайны мира, разъяснят их&lt;br /&gt;уму, а потом погасят его, как призрачный огонек, и увлекут с собой душу&lt;br /&gt;высоко в темно-синюю бездну, откуда навстречу ей трепетные узоры звезд тоже&lt;br /&gt;зазвучат дивной музыкой откровения...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-2975895563491301170?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/2975895563491301170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=2975895563491301170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2975895563491301170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/2975895563491301170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='М.Горький. Песня о соколе'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3448410753784372362</id><published>2007-12-05T22:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:23:56.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=12574&amp;border=2&amp;bordert=80&amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;filter=0x000000&amp;filtert=25&amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;fontname=arial&amp;fontsize=11&amp;speed=2" quality="high" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/yesterday-lyrics-beatles.html" title="Yesterday Lyrics"&gt;Yesterday Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3448410753784372362?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3448410753784372362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3448410753784372362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3448410753784372362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3448410753784372362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3291159129800333833</id><published>2007-12-04T12:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T13:02:40.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerobics</title><content type='html'>Yep, I finally decided I need to start it (on SUnday). And yesterday was my first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed it sooo much. Of coz, I was the "beginnest" beginner in the group (as I usually am in any physical activity), but still. Never before could I imagine I may be so tired after one hours of exercises with step. Hm, let's hope it will become easy one day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3291159129800333833?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3291159129800333833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3291159129800333833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3291159129800333833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3291159129800333833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/12/aerobics.html' title='Aerobics'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6418594559231978396</id><published>2007-12-02T15:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:52:00.332+02:00</updated><title type='text'>World Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.poodwaddle.com/worldclock.swf"&gt;World Clock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6418594559231978396?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6418594559231978396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6418594559231978396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6418594559231978396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6418594559231978396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/12/world-clock.html' title='World Clock'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-4696506969975574585</id><published>2007-11-29T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:06:41.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Movy</title><content type='html'>Pereproshuyu za traslit, ale take zhittya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inkoly, os' napriklad zaraz, ya duzhe hochu govoryty uzbeks'koyu abo ukrayinskoyu. A pislya dvoh rokiv v Kyive, tse zazvychay Ukrains'ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do bisa, sho moyi rechennya nepryrodni, a gramatika vzagali vbyvstvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosto hochu pochuty tsu dyvnu ta spivuchu movu. Tse navit ne mova - zagadkova pisnya. Pochuty iyiy zvuk... Vidpovysty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, yak by ya mogla govoryty i pysaty ukraynskoyu vil'no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-4696506969975574585?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/4696506969975574585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=4696506969975574585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4696506969975574585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4696506969975574585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/movy.html' title='Movy'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-578195639420801322</id><published>2007-11-29T19:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:50:19.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>About Russia</title><content type='html'>Russia is apparently quite a big topic here. It is often mentioned on lectures 8I think even more often than in Ukraine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the 2 main pretexts are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much money Finnish companies lost in Russia just after the collapse of the USSR and economic recessions in the 90s and how it led to considerable changes in the structure of Finnish business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How Russian markets are developing now and how Finnish companies are trying to benefit from that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other day one of the AIESECers attended some business conference about the perpectives of development of Russian business. Among other interesting things was the fact that today, the biggest country in terms of investing into Russian economy is Canary Islands. Which basically means that Russian people are returning money to their home country recognising its improvments in economic development.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It reminded me of many jokes about "new Russians" :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-578195639420801322?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/578195639420801322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=578195639420801322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/578195639420801322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/578195639420801322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-russia.html' title='About Russia'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6140104232228262233</id><published>2007-11-29T19:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:17:17.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EhC8k2y30HY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EhC8k2y30HY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess you all love it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6140104232228262233?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6140104232228262233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6140104232228262233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6140104232228262233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6140104232228262233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6613846804293021986</id><published>2007-11-26T00:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:15:55.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>About Mind Mapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlabrWv25qQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlabrWv25qQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6613846804293021986?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6613846804293021986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6613846804293021986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6613846804293021986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6613846804293021986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-mind-mapping.html' title='About Mind Mapping'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3510681423634765737</id><published>2007-11-26T00:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:14:14.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5kn4OBRxro&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5kn4OBRxro&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3510681423634765737?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3510681423634765737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3510681423634765737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3510681423634765737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3510681423634765737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/motivational-video.html' title='Motivational Video'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1810295826570981760</id><published>2007-11-24T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:26:11.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Freerice</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's better to stay friends. No business, only personal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Some people are more important as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me realize this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, btw, today I passed 1200 grains of rice (&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Join!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1810295826570981760?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1810295826570981760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1810295826570981760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1810295826570981760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1810295826570981760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/freerice.html' title='Freerice'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7495256209600696972</id><published>2007-11-23T16:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T17:02:50.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some AIESEC Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I am again becoming active in AIESEC. Donno how it will go. For sure different from Ukraine. But, anyway, yesterday I was selected to become the OCP of SUCCESS 2008 (similar to Ukrainian SpringCo).  Being an OCP used to be my dream about a year ago. Hm, let's see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. AIESEC in Finland was one of the founders of AIESEC. Actually, my school's LC will be 60 years this spring. And yesterday I had a meeting with the LCP of TKK (one of Helsinki LCs). Can you imagine: her &lt;strong&gt;grand-dad&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;went on AIESEC internship&lt;/strong&gt;!!! That one was not a great learning XP (he mostly did some secreterial work even though he was a student of economics), but still he remembers it. And he met his wife there (or went there after her, don't remember). Anyway, in the end the girl's father was born in France, where the internship took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le vie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7495256209600696972?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7495256209600696972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7495256209600696972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7495256209600696972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7495256209600696972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-aiesec-update.html' title='Some AIESEC Update'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-4181680940508274559</id><published>2007-11-23T15:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:55:35.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Social projects I admire</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Ira Voronova I've learned about the Free Rice (&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt;). This porjects is aiming to help feed people in poor countris and at the same time learn English for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of projects I cannot help admiring. So simple and so genious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'm over-idealistic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have already helped to collect 1030 grains of rice today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-4181680940508274559?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/4181680940508274559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=4181680940508274559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4181680940508274559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4181680940508274559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/social-projects-i-admire.html' title='Social projects I admire'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-4752081250828809908</id><published>2007-11-21T20:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:13:58.287+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Printing Intelligence</title><content type='html'>Probably, you've never heard this concept. Actually, almost noone has ever heard. This is what at least our lecturer today claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what also proves the saying, "do not trust market reports completely".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth of the idea may be recognised as the result of ITC (Information technology and Communications) Development. At the late 80s paper machine producers suddenly found themselves in a deep crisis. Not many customers wanted to buy new paper machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time paper producers did not pay that much attention. But no more than in decade they experienced the same. We do not want to buy paper. Not anymore. why should anyone of us care about printing, ink, etc, when there are all those handy laptops, PCs almost everywhere in our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the end? Or maybe the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no guarantee this concept will ever live. But it may also become the new reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for now almost the only most popular thing we do with paper is printing. (ok, there still exists origami and some prefer handwriting, but...) And then there is the packaging paper with which we usually wrap. Not too much. Especially, if we think that printing is merely the process of putting small ink dots on a piece of paper. And for the last several decades the single best invention in this spehere was putting coloured jots on the same piece of paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if we try to think out of the box?! What other uses of printing may be? What else can we do besides printing dots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressed is not the world that can describe my today's öecture. Much more. You see the history in making. Even before it has been really made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RFID printed on paper: huge environmental savings, extremely low costs; new modes of putting holohrams: again huge savings and you can even save ink. Paper packages able to detect the freshness of food inside. Paper prushes detecting whether the furniture (in restaurant or hospital, for instance) satisfies sanitary standards. Printed lamps, printed detecting devices, bio-degradable batteries. Paper able to transmit info to your mobile phones. Medical tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is just to mention few...&lt;br /&gt;Still impressed :) &lt;br /&gt;And thank you VTT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-4752081250828809908?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/4752081250828809908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=4752081250828809908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4752081250828809908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4752081250828809908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/printing-intelligence.html' title='Printing Intelligence'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7267475489051070688</id><published>2007-11-21T14:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:28:53.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My studies here</title><content type='html'>Some of you have been wondering how I like studies here and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must admit I really enjoy it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it is the change in my own approach which makes the difference. After 2 intensive AIESEC-non-university years I really want to study. And I do feel the value of my studies. And practical implications (actually, many of them come from the AIESEC and other working XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the ambiance here is more encouraging. Starting from the basic technical and other life conditions (at least one beamer per every room, even in the smallest ones, videos, ppts, Internet connection everywhere, and other things that really add value to your studies), continuing with the teaching approach (will tell more later below) and ending with the general respect to the studying process here. For example, your Bachelor's and Master's degree theses are something which do matter. Companies often offer themes. You may base them Companies often order research for them, where students at certain level can participate. As well as the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the teaching process. The good thing is that it is always very practical. (Sometimes even too much, I think, but in general it's good). You have a textbook which you are supposed to study on your own before the exam. And then there are lectures, many of which are actually guest lectures, which focus on some practical aspect or feature. Sometimes there is theory, but mainly you are supposed to master that yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One traditional drawback of many of the teachers here is that they are over too calm. Maybe, I'm just not used, but sometimes, after 1,5 hours of very mild, calm, confident lecture you just lose the point. And the way many of them use ppts. Sometimes there is really much too much text on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoy this focus on innovation everywhere. Actually, one of the interesting arguments one of our recent guest lecturer has made was that with the increasing introduction of computers in our life and management, human beings virtually not only keep control, but they also increase the number of opportunities to do interesting creative work while leaving the boring ones to computers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7267475489051070688?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7267475489051070688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7267475489051070688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7267475489051070688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7267475489051070688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-studies-here.html' title='My studies here'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-9131004153841252821</id><published>2007-11-21T13:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:03:23.620+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday :)</title><content type='html'>Yahoo! I'm 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, thank you very-very-very much everyone who called, smsed (or tried to ;)), sent me messages in chats, facebook, email and mailing lists. Thank you! I'm lucky to have so many friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a really nice small celebration yesterday. Actually, it was one more time when I realized: the best things happen spontaneously and unexpectedly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz, a birthday is not really the thing that happens all of a sudden, but till the last minute yesterday I thought I wouldn't have any celebration. At least, I'm more or less used to not having them with friends. Coz for the last 6 or even more years my birthday was either on the arrival date of an important chess tournament or on the departure date of important AIESEC conferences :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I decided that I should change this tradition. I just invited several of my friends from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of the best times I've had here. the evening which I totally enjoyed till the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, which is more, I somehow felt much better today in general. (Not that I didn't feel comfortable here before, but today it was something different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-9131004153841252821?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/9131004153841252821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=9131004153841252821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/9131004153841252821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/9131004153841252821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3541398241632999939</id><published>2007-11-21T13:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:12:17.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Moved My Cheese Video. Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VXdhyghhjo&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/noSzdgiKV94&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3541398241632999939?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3541398241632999939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3541398241632999939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3541398241632999939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3541398241632999939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-moved-my-cheese-video-amazing.html' title='Who Moved My Cheese Video. Amazing'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5798663146564341039</id><published>2007-11-17T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:24:29.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Strategy</title><content type='html'>I've had a really nice discussion about strategy, its development and implementation in one of the classes recently. At the end, the professor suggested visiting this website: &lt;a href="http://www.s-as-p.org/"&gt;Strategy as Practice&lt;/a&gt;. Strategy as Practice is a community of scholars interested in the practice of strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they have really nice discussiona bout strategy, how it should be percieved, different tools, etc.&lt;br /&gt;One of the research paper bulishe there is called "&lt;a class="forum"&gt;The strategic conversation as a power issue between top and middle managers&lt;/a&gt;". In a nutshell, it speaks about the interaction of middle and top managers in strategy development and implementation, how different parties see their roles and behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, pretty nice. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5798663146564341039?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5798663146564341039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5798663146564341039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5798663146564341039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5798663146564341039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/strategy.html' title='Strategy'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7276713390391440210</id><published>2007-11-15T18:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:20:43.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch these ads. They are great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Apple:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oAB83Z1ydE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oAB83Z1ydE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadbury &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TnzFRV1LwIo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TnzFRV1LwIo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7276713390391440210?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7276713390391440210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7276713390391440210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7276713390391440210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7276713390391440210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/watch-these-ads-they-are-great.html' title='Watch these ads. They are great!'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1207361875635138920</id><published>2007-11-15T17:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:21:46.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some latest happenings :)</title><content type='html'>It won't have any logic, but ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a few days ago I realised that snow at the beginning of November sounds quite ordinary for me. Could never imagine it earlier than mid-Jan 3 years back (well, ok, there was once that it snowed on my birthday, but I was five then and it never repeated again :))....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yesterday learned that (I cite) "people there (India and other third-world perfect-for-outsourcing places) are more clever than we are" (i.e. Western Europeans and US guys :). It was one of the top-management of Nordic IBM. It's used to be the labour cost why they outsourced. Now it's both cost and &lt;strong&gt;competency&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Food for thought&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sportsmen are a sort of slaves. Seriously. You buy and sell them. Football and sport clubs even &lt;strong&gt;depreciate&lt;/strong&gt; them. We were all laughing during our accounting class today when we went through their accounting reports. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I have already received the &lt;strong&gt;first birthday congratulation&lt;/strong&gt; of the year :))) So sweet. Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Lorochka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... one LC invited me to the OC of one the conferences. Or maybe an OCP. Need to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short snapshot and lots events behind. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1207361875635138920?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1207361875635138920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1207361875635138920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1207361875635138920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1207361875635138920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-latst-happennings.html' title='Some latest happenings :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5617571202847198928</id><published>2007-11-09T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:21:53.092+02:00</updated><title type='text'>О дохлой лошади :)</title><content type='html'>Вот что наваял &lt;a href="http://wyric.livejournal.com/"&gt;Саша Беличенко&lt;/a&gt; :) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130752241030941890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5617571202847198928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_09.html' title='О дохлой лошади :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/RzQX-rUwTMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MeKtK4d81d0/s72-c/officina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-6553565687412327016</id><published>2007-11-07T13:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:53:55.449+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Дохлая лошадь :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Спасибо Машке :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Древняя мудрость индейского племени Дакота гласит, что если Вы обнаружили, что скачете на дохлой лошади, наилучшая стратегия – спрыгнуть с нее.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Однако в бизнесе, похоже, мы часто стараемся использовать другие стратегии по отношению к дохлой лошади, включая следующие:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Покупаем более сильную плеть.&lt;br /&gt;2.Меняем наездников.&lt;br /&gt;3.Говорим: «Мы всегда скакали на лошади именно таким образом».&lt;br /&gt;4.Создаем комитет по изучению лошади.&lt;br /&gt;5.Организуем посещение других организаций, чтобы посмотреть, как они скачут на своих дохлых лошадях.&lt;br /&gt;6.Повышаем стандарты скачки на дохлых лошадях.&lt;br /&gt;7.Создаем тигровую команду по оживлению дохлой лошади.&lt;br /&gt;8.Организуем тренинг по развитию скаковых навыков.&lt;br /&gt;9.Проверяем соответствие состояния дохлой лошади современной окружающей среде. 10.Меняем требования к лошади, провозглашая, что эта лошадь дохлой не является. 11.Производим анализ издержек, чтобы выяснить, не могут ли контрактники скакать на ней дешевле.&lt;br /&gt;12.Нанимаем контрактников, чтобы они скакали на нашей дохлой лошади.&lt;br /&gt;13.Собираем несколько дохлых лошадей в упряжку с целью повышения скорости.&lt;br /&gt;14.Провозглашаем, что никакая лошадь не может быть слишком дохлой, чтобы ее бить плетью.&lt;br /&gt;15.Обеспечиваем дополнительное финансирование для повышения производительности лошади.&lt;br /&gt;16.Покупаем продукт, который заставит дохлую лошадь скакать быстрее.&lt;br /&gt;17.Создаем кружки качества, чтобы найти применение для дохлой лошади.&lt;br /&gt;18.Пересматриваем требования к производительности лошадей.&lt;br /&gt;19.Продвигаем дохлую лошадь на должность руководителя.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-6553565687412327016?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/6553565687412327016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=6553565687412327016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6553565687412327016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/6553565687412327016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Дохлая лошадь :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1082057308550378164</id><published>2007-11-05T00:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:32:56.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VALS</title><content type='html'>While reading the "Principles of Marketing"by Kotler I came across the VALS tool to define consumer's behavior (you can read more about it and pass a survey &lt;a href="http://www.sric-bi.com/VALS/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's about determining consumers depending on how they spend their time and money (self-orientation and resources)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is who I am:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/Ry5IQ8ngpFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Iigc4A42dFo/s1600-h/diamondsSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/Ry5IQ8ngpFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Iigc4A42dFo/s320/diamondsSmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129116481608524882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="helvetica12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="helvetica16blue"&gt;Experiencers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencers are motivated by self-expression. As young, enthusiastic, and impulsive consumers, Experiencers quickly become enthusiastic about new possibilities but are equally quick to cool. They seek variety and excitement, savoring the new, the offbeat, and the risky. Their energy finds an outlet in exercise, sports, outdoor recreation, and social activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencers are avid consumers and spend a comparatively high proportion of their income on fashion, entertainment, and socializing. Their purchases reflect the emphasis they place on looking good and having "cool" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="helvetica12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="helvetica16blue"&gt;Innovators   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="helvetica14blue"&gt;(formerly Actualizers)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innovators are successful, sophisticated, take-charge people with high self-esteem. Because they have such abundant resources, they exhibit all three primary motivations in varying degrees. They are change leaders and are the most receptive to new ideas and technologies. Innovators are very active consumers, and their purchases reflect cultivated tastes for upscale, niche products and services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image is important to Innovators, not as evidence of status or power but as an expression of their taste, independence, and personality. Innovators are among the established and emerging leaders in business and government, yet they continue to seek challenges. Their lives are characterized by variety. Their possessions and recreation reflect a cultivated taste for the finer things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1082057308550378164?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1082057308550378164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1082057308550378164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1082057308550378164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1082057308550378164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/vals.html' title='VALS'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/Ry5IQ8ngpFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Iigc4A42dFo/s72-c/diamondsSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-8645447643723589320</id><published>2007-11-02T14:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:39:31.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My first week in Helsinki</title><content type='html'>It has been exactly one week since I moved here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good time to post my observations and first experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am very lucky to have come here before: I knew what to expect, at least for the first time. And, then, the internnational students community is vey friendly here. We stick to each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my university. Well, for now I am satisfied. Of course, you wouldn't call it perfect, but still, it's much better. And what I like here is the students' motivation and approach, which turns into a completely difefrent approach from professors (or vica versa). And then, the university stuff here aims to help you in the most ways possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, BTW, I am getting more and more motivated by the NGO idea for education development in Ukraine/Uzbekistan (basically, it's about setting a link between the corporate sector and universities). Here it really works. Slightly different from what I've heard about Asian universities, but still, very effective. Almost everything here is financed with the help of companies. Almost all courses include practical implications from the sponsoring companies. Universities conduct research for them. And even thesises may be written based on a company's request for investigation. And then there is the practice of alumni financing their universities. And that all besides governmental subsidies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia... Nokia is almost everywhere here. It's not only phones, much more. It's a kinda national symbol. They recall it on each and every class  :) I think you won't find any person here who doesn't know Nokia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One unexpected fact was that marketing (in all meanings) is unpopular here. :) Can you imagine? They appreciate engineering, medicine, construction, innovation, but not marketing. According to some survey it's one of the least popular professions here (second to TV-show hosts:)). And another thing is that they don't get attracted by working in advertising agencies (while I was searching for marketing people in Ukraine I had a notion that most marketers from Ukraine prefer to work in specialised agencies instead of marketing departments in other industries).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my life: it's becoming incresingly balanced and scheduled. I hope one more week of getting used to the studies and it will be totally balanced :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will start preparing the NY party from the next week ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-8645447643723589320?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/8645447643723589320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=8645447643723589320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8645447643723589320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8645447643723589320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-first-week-in-helsinki.html' title='My first week in Helsinki'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-7081014830863603450</id><published>2007-10-27T11:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:39:37.734+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My farewell parties and coming to Helsinki</title><content type='html'>Well, I wanted to write the first part of this post a long ago. But then, I became too superstitious (what would you expect after being sent to Uzbekistan because of that visa). So, I decided to post everything after I come here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, since I'm already in Hki, sitting at the desk in my room and typing on my roommate's laptop, I believe it's high time to post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I realized (and my parents had done that a couple of months before :) that I had been saying goodbye to my friends and family in Ukraine and the country itself for half a year already. I long time I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was definitely wonderful and worth it. So many people coming, writing, calling, wishing the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that made me think abt friendship again. It's strange: generally, I'm an over result-oriented person (I guess those, who've worked with me have already felt that), but I quickly get attached to people. But friendship tends to tansform, ppl get busy, have new work, find new friends, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same happens with me. And I even understand this. But still, it hurts. Sometimes you just need to be asked, "Hello, how r u?" instead of doing that yourself. Or maybe I'm over chat-communicative :) Donno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that even if you don't want life tends to make everything balanced. With other people coming, writing so nice and kind things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forget :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after saying goodbye to all the nearest and dearest I finally left for Hki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was great except for one thing: already in my room I found out that they had opened my luggage :( Probably, they were searching for smth illegal and found nothing (as far as I could check nothing was missing). But still. It's so unpleasant to see all your cosmetics around the luggage, lock opened without being nitified :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But generally, I was lucky: can you imagine, drying in a minibus (taxi) for abt 10 ppl where all weresupposed to share the price, alone and paying for myself only :) And the driver was such a nice man. He has been living in the same district and also made me a "small excersion". BTW, he told me that my street was named after an famous Finnish opera singer who sang even in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And one more funny thing :) Looks like I was flying with one of Oksa's colleagues. Still need to check, but I'm 96% sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My roommate was already at home. She is a very amiable girl from Bulgaria, Aleksandra. Her 2 elder sisters have been living in Finland for 8 years already (in another city). Hope we'll get along well :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I live in a 3 room apartment. For now, there are 2 of us and one free room which we can also use :) Actually, it shouldn't be like this coz all tenants are supposed to lock the doors before they live, but the latest tenant from the 3rd room forgot to do so. So, now we have one more room ;) (This info was given as an advertisement especially for those who still don't know whether to come to celebrate the New Year here :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The flat is really nice, even though it's still not very cosy. I've uploaded a couple of pics of my room &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=6408&amp;amp;l=88fd6&amp;amp;id=502148179"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Believe me, I don't live in a wood ;))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heading for the new stage in my life :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And welcome to Hki!!!! (I &lt;strong&gt;am serious&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-7081014830863603450?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/7081014830863603450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=7081014830863603450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7081014830863603450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/7081014830863603450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-farewell-parties-and-coming-to.html' title='My farewell parties and coming to Helsinki'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-1491779965817070286</id><published>2007-10-27T00:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:43:24.787+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Helsinki :)</title><content type='html'>Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've reached the place :) so-so happy. Cannot believe it happened in the end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more about my farewells, coming here: for now, here are my contacts :):&lt;br /&gt;Ida Aalbergintie 1 C 88 b, 00400 Helsinki &lt;br /&gt;+358408770619&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to visit me and send small presents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm gonna organise a New Year party in Hki, so, if you wish to join, just let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-1491779965817070286?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/1491779965817070286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=1491779965817070286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1491779965817070286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/1491779965817070286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-in-helsinki.html' title='I&apos;m in Helsinki :)'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-3137831231174941459</id><published>2007-10-24T17:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:20:01.106+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My personality cocktail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffcccc align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:18pt;'&gt;How to make a Olya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts intelligence&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts courage&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts energy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffcc&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add emotion to taste! Do not overindulge!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-3137831231174941459?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/3137831231174941459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=3137831231174941459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3137831231174941459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/3137831231174941459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-personality-cocktail.html' title='My personality cocktail'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-8421897716509206010</id><published>2007-10-18T15:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:54:48.148+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Розыскиваются лидеры</title><content type='html'>Сегодня прочитала классную статью на &lt;a href="http://http://www.management.com.ua"&gt;www.management.com.ua&lt;/a&gt; о том, как можно отбирать лидеров.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Подход просто до гениальности: нужно очень четко понимать кого именно надо &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;твоей организации&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; и не пытаться объединить противоречивые качества в одном человеке.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Выбирая лидера, мы часто ждем, что он будет хорош во всем: и управлять людьми внутри компании и на вне.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В общем, делайте выводы:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.management.com.ua/hrm/hrm142.html"&gt;http://www.management.com.ua/hrm/hrm142.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-8421897716509206010?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/8421897716509206010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=8421897716509206010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8421897716509206010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/8421897716509206010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_18.html' title='Розыскиваются лидеры'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-5103249409782608432</id><published>2007-10-15T00:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:48:42.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple</title><content type='html'>Кто-нибудь может мне объснить что это за прикол: в последние несколько месяцев наблюдаю, что во всех ( или подовляющем большинстве) фильмов на экране светятся только Макбуки.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Что это: продакт плейсмент или совпадение? Или еще какое-то явление в маркетинге, называемое по другому?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-5103249409782608432?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/5103249409782608432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=5103249409782608432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5103249409782608432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/5103249409782608432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/10/apple.html' title='Apple'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905818636141772543.post-4321140366414652971</id><published>2007-10-15T00:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:45:58.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LTS</title><content type='html'>Итак, я в очередной раз была в Айсеке :) Как сказала по этому поводу моя мама: "Ты как Тимошенко: все возвращаешься" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Признаться, в субботу днем у меня промелькнула мысль не идти: погода не вдохновляла.Но, слава Богу, этой шальной мысли я витоге не поддалась :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Встреча с большинством людей из моей команды! Как давно я их не видела... И как по ним соскучилась: по нашим разностям, но, в то же время, способности быть единым целым.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Встреча с замечательным чером по имени Лариса Музыченко (широко известная в кругах Херов 2006-2007 под именем Хомяк:)). А главное, с замечательным человеком!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Мои любимые киевские айсекеры. Теперь уже все "старые". Айсек денсы, ролл коллы, их горящие глаза и теплая встреча&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Наши почетные аламни (аж, самой смешно:)) Еще один бенефис Анечки и Антона, умняковые спичи и восторженное привествие новеньких&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Хрыстя и Настя. Достойная репрезентация "львовских баб" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ну, и, конечно, наши новенькие. С такими, позитив импакт нам точно обеспечен...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;До сих пор состояние легкой эйфории. Так что айсек - это не только секта, но и наркотик :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/905818636141772543-4321140366414652971?l=olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/feeds/4321140366414652971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=905818636141772543&amp;postID=4321140366414652971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4321140366414652971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/905818636141772543/posts/default/4321140366414652971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olyakuznetsova.blogspot.com/2007/10/lts.html' title='LTS'/><author><name>Olga Kuznetsova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787735201395921096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhlg8mMdjf4/R_UwksXuCiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/T0OdMQS--8g/S220/Olga_Kuznetsova_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
