Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, but not…
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Tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, but not quite till the last syllable of recorded time, my Russian class will take tests. So, celebrating the last real day of Russian class, my instructor gave us each a helium-filled balloon (mine flies proudly from my neck as I type this), and Sean brought in his guitar and played a few tunes, two in Russian and the other by Bob Dylan.
He started, but did not continue, a Russian song that goes, "when love leaves, the blues start." I loved it: "Kogda ukhodit liubov', nachinaetsa blues." Not only does Russian just use "blues," but the word is treated as a singular!
