One Day Of A Ceramist

Hey, everyone! I’m Yura Osin. This is November, 10th and I’m in St. Petersburg.

Have you ever had a car accident laying in bed? I have and this is how it happened.

‘Alarm! Your car has been moved.’

It couldn’t be a tow truck because my car was parked in the yard! Have it been stolen?

Good morning!

When I went into the yard, I saw a lot of cars stuck in there. The point was that someone hit my bumper with a car and moved it in a way that it blocked the way for the rest of the cars. So, it was kind of a traffic jam. The person repsonsible for all that tried to escape but luckily for me, Russian yards have such a planning and are so narrow that two cars can hardly pass one another, so the driver had to be among the crowd. And I found him. I mean his old VAZ, all in scratches, but with noone inside. Apparently, this guy got so scared that he ran away immediately. And it was very smart of him because the other drivers were really angry about him too and some of them even started punching his car.

While I was sitting in my car waiting for someone to appear, a man came up and said that he was my neighbour and it was his wife who hit my car. She didn’t escape, she just had to bring her kid to school. So, we called the police and began filling in a report.

These is my wife and our children. They’ve come for a walk.

These palm trees and sea were drawn specially for me. So sweet!

The neighbour’s wife arrived but refused to be taken picture of.

I decided to go and have breakfast while the policemen were on their way because nobody knew how much more time it would take them to get here. It was tasty…

And funny. The kids pour kefir on each other and had to go take a bath.

The sun came up and it was such a nice sunny day that I almost forgot about my car.

We were to have something unusual for lunch.

A homemade present to my father-in-law. He likes fishing!

This is a delivery woman. She is responsible for my present to reach Moscow in time.

This is what I saw on the way to the workshop. Didn’t I tell you who I am? I am a ceramist. Yes, the policemen hadn’t come yet.

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This is a real gramophone brought by one of the employees. I advise you to listen to it for awhile coz it’s really interesting.

Tigran at work.

These people came to check out the work. It’s all very serious because the monument should look 100 per cent like the one on paper.

Luckily, they accepted the work!

Which made all of them happy.

They cover the monument with plastic so clay doesn’t get dry.

Checking out if the ropes are strong enough.

Lowering some of the elements of the monument.

This is a Photo Shop picture for you to understand what the monument will finally look like.

On my way to my workshop. A kettle-building.

My daughter, after seeing this church, wrote in her composition that she associated St. Petersburg mostly with crosses baffling her teachers.

Boats in a port.

Here it is. My workshop is located in this gloomy building.

I received a call from my partner and had to go to some place. I decided to go on foot because it was rush hour and it would’ve taken me forever.

Actually, St. Peresburg is very well maintained. All but this part.

‘Tarakanovsky Bridge’ (meaning ‘cockroach bridge!’)

‘Rubber boots’.

You can come across some amazing artifacts walking in this city!

Why do they duplicate the road signs? (The upper one means ‘no cars’ and the second from the bottom means ‘no trucks’.)

Coffee Mobile

This blue box is a mini police station. It matches the surroundings perfectly.

I’m at a metro station. Usually, I go by car because the traffic situation in St. Petersburg is much better than that in Moscow. But sometimes I have to go by underground.

Old good tokens.

On the whole, I like what they do to St. Petersburg. It seems that they are bringing the city in order little by little. However, there is a problem with information boards. This one, for example, runs, “Ask the driver”.

What did they do to Kazansky Railway Station?

‘Russian State Pedagogical Institute named after A. I. Hertzen’.

This lady was my teacher and since then, we’ve been friends.

She gave me a document (expert report).

Going back to the metro.

I went a new way for you to see more of St. Petersburg.

The sun came up again!

One of our works.

Masha’s working.

And this is my lunch.

Then I put on my working clothes, turned on the music…

And came to unload this furnace.

I put its contents on the table.

Sorted everything out…

And it was time for another baking.

Loading the furnace.

Maximum temperature: 1060 degrees Celsius;

Time: 1 hour.

‘Attention! Baking zone!’

‘Attention! Radioactivity!’ Behind this door, we dry majolica tiles.

This is a tile cutting machine.

‘Attention! Trolleys!’

An extruder.

I have a large collection of Soviet posters. This is one of them. It says, “Avoid contacting acid. Wear protection clothes and a gas mask”.

Handles.

Here we make different test probes.

‘Dirt causes accidents!’

Don’t think that it is dirty everywhere in my shop, no. We have rooms which are dirty and rooms which always have to be clean (like for projecting, for example).