When I was in university, I took Russian for several years, and began with the strangest language textbook I've ever experienced, before or since. Lipson's A Russian Course concerns itself not with greetings and everyday life but with... shockworkers. Loafers who conduct themselves badly in parks. Concrete-mixers (diminutive form). The nearly ubiquitous tigers. Poor mad Olga who steals shoes from under the table. Super-Person. And the rousing concrete song, as Languagehat reminds me:
Our plant is a concrete plant.
Our brigade is a concrete one.
Our plant is a concrete plant.
And our task is concrete.
Concrete, concrete, concrete, concrete...
(singing marked variously as "loudly" or "quietly")
It was awful, for learning the language. Our next year saw a different, more realistic textbook, and we had to redo a year of Russian in a hurry. But I can't forget the songs, or friends nicknamed ударники and бездельники.
Praise the archival glee of web 2.0. And the concrete tigers.
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