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Yulia Lipnitskaya
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I haven't seen Yulia's pet before she's such a cute kitty.
But she has a strange sounding meow. 
It was more of a whiney meow or whimper. On a side note Yulia is really enjoying her life after her super season and she should enjoy it.
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It's a puppy.I haven't seen Yulia's pet before she's such a cute kitty.
On a side note Yulia is really enjoying her life after her super season and she should enjoy it.
That's why it's a strange meow. Someone gave it to her as a gift.Here is my favorite photo of peach. I already posted it yesterday but its so cute I feel no shame in a repost
http://cs540109.vk.me/c540105/v540105179/f9ad/7yjHYdXtMx4.jpg
Thank you, it was cool to work with you! :agree:
I haven't seen Yulia's pet before she's such a cute kitty.
Ghetto's cobblestones all in red, blue puddles of water (it was raining earlier that day), spotlight and her. Frightened, desperately trying to escape at first. Then, after realizing there is no place to go, bravely giving very last performance of her life...
Not for him, not for them, not for us.
She's doing it for herself, to express her own being, dignity and courage.
We are just accidental witnesses from afar.
We don't even know if she'd like us to watch.
Maybe we shouldn't.
But we just can't take our eyes off her...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=1pzKMX48JU0#t=60
Not for him, not for them, not for us.
She's doing it for herself, to express her own being, dignity and courage.
We are just accidental witnesses from afar.
We don't even know if she'd like us to watch.
Maybe we shouldn't.
But we just can't take our eyes off her...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=1pzKMX48JU0#t=60
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People who say she just rushes from one element to the next need to see this. Every move is held out perfectly and executed with such conviction. Maybe my favorite skate from her. I love how she slowly raises her arms after the final spin as if to say...."see...that's how it's done".
ok just totally stumbled on it, but its the minkov program. does she do both of her programs each night?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoOcQClK9kc
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The Paradox Between Ostentation and Simplicity in the Figure-skating of Julia
Is it a good thing or a bad thing, to be simple? Or doesn’t it matter? All we know is that it does not involve pandering or, its antithesis, self-standing. Simplicity is one of the divine attributes; it comes first on the list; indeed, all the other perfections of the divine nature flow from it. That divine simplicity is something we mention with awe; it is a splendor—whereas we don’t think of human simplicity quite like that, do we? In the book of Proverbs, wisdom is represented as expostulating with the folly of mankind, “What (says she) are you still gaping there?” The Hebrew word looks very much as if it meant going about with your mouth open, like the French gobe-mouche. On the other hand, in the New Testament, there are only a handful of references to simplicity. Curiously, I think the word really owes its place in our devotional vocabulary to the Imitation of Christ. There, you will find some thirty references under “simple” and “simplicity”, nearly all of them complimentary. To be simple, in the Imitation, is not just to be so helpless that almighty God feels bound to look after you; it is to have a quality which God wants to see in us and very often doesn’t.
Julia was simple, God knows Julia was simple in Sochi; and on a hasty analysis we are tempted to say it was because she was just a child—tell me, have you ever known a child like Julia? No, her simplicity, too, lay in the fact that she was, as near as ordinary human nature can go, integrated; she integrated simplicity with ostentation (As figure skating is inherently ostentatious—although, ideally, it shouldn’t be); she knew what she was out for, and was determined to get it. Every moment of her day was built up conscientiously, laboriously if you will, into a pattern; every action of hers was a stitch in her divine needlework, her sampler. Her life, yet short during Sochi, was so businesslike; she cut out all the frills. And the reason why it makes you and me so ashamed of ourselves isn’t really that she was young and natural and impulsive, isn’t really that she was Russian, and had the Russian knack of gravity with the supernatural, but that she knew what she was about, subordinated her whole life to a plan. She was simple because to her there was only one thing that mattered; she wasn’t being distracted from her aim all the time by trifles and scruples as we are. Through all this you need simplicity. Simplicity is the filter through which all these past competing influences have to pass, if they are to have the right effect on you. If you are simple, you will be integrated; you will assimilate these influences, and make them part of your way of thought; accepting here, rejecting there, according as they do or don’t fit in. If you are not simple, you will pick up a lot of points of view, quite unrelated; or, worse still, a set of poses which you adopt in conversation; now one, now another, according to the company you are in—that is, pandering. Simplicity does not mean crudeness of taste, or a low intelligence (i.e., low know-how) quotient; it means being yourself.
Remember Hans Andersen’s story of the Emperor’s New Clothes, and how nobody, except one little child, noticed that they weren’t there. This is Julia. If you are to be integrated, if you are to be all of a piece, it must be your own judgment, however immature, that dictates your opinions; your own tastes, however unformed, that underwrite your preferences. It is a violation of simplicity, when you allow partisanship to run away with your sympathies. The whole idea of the Spiritual Childhood is that we shouldn’t just be innocent, as children are; we *should* be simple with the simplicity of children. Modesty is quite a different thing from humility. It is a very attractive thing, modesty, even where it is something of an affectation. There is a great deal of modesty going about; it is fashionable, and the lack of it stamps you with vulgarity—a lot of modesty, but very little humility. For modesty is only the disinclination to hear our own praises sounded above those of others; by humility, man learns that simply because he is man he is nothing. As children, simplicity has little to do with modesty.
It is one of the compensations of growing older, that we achieve the experience of having lived through a slice of history; of being able to compare, with the knowledge only possible to an eyewitness, things past with things present. Only, of course, on a very small scale; even the centenarian who is interviewed by the reporter nowadays cannot remember the time when we landed on the moon—his mind cannot really travel back very far into the past. And there are times (like our own) when history seems to speed up, when great changes seem to take place within the compass of a couple years; and those who live in such times can achieve the experience from the figure-skating of Julia, in which I speak of even in middle life. One of the favorite forms which our habit of historical reminiscence takes is this, to ask ourselves the question, Who would have thought, so many years ago, that such and such things would come to happen, which we see happening now?
Is it a good thing or a bad thing, to be simple? Or doesn’t it matter? All we know is that it does not involve pandering or, its antithesis, self-standing. Simplicity is one of the divine attributes; it comes first on the list; indeed, all the other perfections of the divine nature flow from it. That divine simplicity is something we mention with awe; it is a splendor—whereas we don’t think of human simplicity quite like that, do we? In the book of Proverbs, wisdom is represented as expostulating with the folly of mankind, “What (says she) are you still gaping there?” The Hebrew word looks very much as if it meant going about with your mouth open, like the French gobe-mouche. On the other hand, in the New Testament, there are only a handful of references to simplicity. Curiously, I think the word really owes its place in our devotional vocabulary to the Imitation of Christ. There, you will find some thirty references under “simple” and “simplicity”, nearly all of them complimentary. To be simple, in the Imitation, is not just to be so helpless that almighty God feels bound to look after you; it is to have a quality which God wants to see in us and very often doesn’t.
Julia was simple, God knows Julia was simple in Sochi; and on a hasty analysis we are tempted to say it was because she was just a child—tell me, have you ever known a child like Julia? No, her simplicity, too, lay in the fact that she was, as near as ordinary human nature can go, integrated; she integrated simplicity with ostentation (As figure skating is inherently ostentatious—although, ideally, it shouldn’t be); she knew what she was out for, and was determined to get it. Every moment of her day was built up conscientiously, laboriously if you will, into a pattern; every action of hers was a stitch in her divine needlework, her sampler. Her life, yet short during Sochi, was so businesslike; she cut out all the frills. And the reason why it makes you and me so ashamed of ourselves isn’t really that she was young and natural and impulsive, isn’t really that she was Russian, and had the Russian knack of gravity with the supernatural, but that she knew what she was about, subordinated her whole life to a plan. She was simple because to her there was only one thing that mattered; she wasn’t being distracted from her aim all the time by trifles and scruples as we are. Through all this you need simplicity. Simplicity is the filter through which all these past competing influences have to pass, if they are to have the right effect on you. If you are simple, you will be integrated; you will assimilate these influences, and make them part of your way of thought; accepting here, rejecting there, according as they do or don’t fit in. If you are not simple, you will pick up a lot of points of view, quite unrelated; or, worse still, a set of poses which you adopt in conversation; now one, now another, according to the company you are in—that is, pandering. Simplicity does not mean crudeness of taste, or a low intelligence (i.e., low know-how) quotient; it means being yourself.
Remember Hans Andersen’s story of the Emperor’s New Clothes, and how nobody, except one little child, noticed that they weren’t there. This is Julia. If you are to be integrated, if you are to be all of a piece, it must be your own judgment, however immature, that dictates your opinions; your own tastes, however unformed, that underwrite your preferences. It is a violation of simplicity, when you allow partisanship to run away with your sympathies. The whole idea of the Spiritual Childhood is that we shouldn’t just be innocent, as children are; we *should* be simple with the simplicity of children. Modesty is quite a different thing from humility. It is a very attractive thing, modesty, even where it is something of an affectation. There is a great deal of modesty going about; it is fashionable, and the lack of it stamps you with vulgarity—a lot of modesty, but very little humility. For modesty is only the disinclination to hear our own praises sounded above those of others; by humility, man learns that simply because he is man he is nothing. As children, simplicity has little to do with modesty.
It is one of the compensations of growing older, that we achieve the experience of having lived through a slice of history; of being able to compare, with the knowledge only possible to an eyewitness, things past with things present. Only, of course, on a very small scale; even the centenarian who is interviewed by the reporter nowadays cannot remember the time when we landed on the moon—his mind cannot really travel back very far into the past. And there are times (like our own) when history seems to speed up, when great changes seem to take place within the compass of a couple years; and those who live in such times can achieve the experience from the figure-skating of Julia, in which I speak of even in middle life. One of the favorite forms which our habit of historical reminiscence takes is this, to ask ourselves the question, Who would have thought, so many years ago, that such and such things would come to happen, which we see happening now?
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Yes, she skated both her programs during these shows. She's a hard worker!
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wow that's amore.
like "Lipnitskaia`s children"
That's great.
Absolutely agree. The problem I think it's that she has a very busy program when in competition, so I think they should find a way to give her some breath and let her finish and hold some beautiful moves and position she does, while maintaining her tech.
p.s. her puppy is adorable, just like her.
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I thought of a program idea for Yulia. She could use her sad face https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAsVOP9R8g8
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I really like that music. I'm so anxious to find out what she'll bring next year. If I were to guess then I'd say something modern and energetic for the SP and a Russian Folk song for her FS.
This has already been posted here but I've been watching this video recently and I love how its edited!!
http://youtu.be/PlaCEUVB_oY
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More Puppy photos!!! She needs to stop taking pictures of peach. It's almost too much to handle.
http://cs617821.vk.me/v617821512/886c/GwAOAMMRvtc.jpg
http://cs617821.vk.me/v617821512/886c/GwAOAMMRvtc.jpg
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I don't think a russian folk song is a good choice for her FS. I like the modern and energetic for the SP, or FS as well.
Said face again? I don't think that's a good idea either.
Could somebody translate what Yulia is saying this short vid? Thx in advance!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQe2sf905CI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQe2sf905CI
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