Pseudo Goth Church
In Russia there are no Goth Cathedrals or Churches, just because Russian Orthodox church, the dominating confession are Russia is not a Goth style guys, neither now nor centuries before.
They preferred their original Russian architectural desings or sometimes copied from Eastern church - from Byzantium, modern Turkey, from where this church branch has originated.
But it’s not by chance they say that in Russia East and West meet. Sometimes Russian church architects of the past has built something reminding the goth cathedrals of Europe combined with traditional Russian design elements. Those were called pseudo-goth churches. Here is one of such.
photos via photurist_ru
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Gorgeous.
OMG Russians can’t invent their style so they just copy it from the West
OMG I’m such a fat yank!
OMG Russians are sop poor they cant even maintain such beautiful buildings because Russia is bankrupt
Just shut the hell up, Monica A**hole.
that’s the point. This is a rare example. Most are actually copied originally from the Greek church.
19th century. A “modern” reminiscence of the true (historic) Gothic style.
byzantium = greece
Founded by the Greeks but is in modern Turkey.
The largest part is in modern Greece. The rest, for example, it’s capital Constantinople (today’s Istanbul) is in modern Turkey. So you are both right.
the girl statue is hot
Gorgeous.
Monica Broadhole: Be quiet.
This beautiful building will make an excellent mosque someday, although our new ones are much nicer and more comfortable. Still, this one will make a wonderful historic example of how the Christian infidels failed to maintain their culture and allowed themselves to be dominated by Islam. Of course, when you consider that Islam is led by charismatic, intelligent, witty, charming, sexy, modest men like me, is it any wonder it dominates? All this church needs to become an acceptable mosque is:
1. The steeple with the cross to be replaced by a large round dome with a crescent on top.
2. The faces in the painting in photo # 6 to be rubbed out.
3. The statue of the naked lady in photo # 14 to be removed from public view and destroyed. I will have it dropped off at my place for destruction . . . later.
4. Appropriate outdoor ablution facilities for washing of feet.
5. Some nice prayer rugs and some shoe racks inside the foyer.
6. A nice plague outside to commemorate the dominance of Islamic culture and the failure of the Christian culture.
7. The dogs in photo # 11 to be sold to Mr. Soon and shipped to his Chinese restaurant in Belarus.
8. A vendor stand to sell postcards, refrigerator magnets, grilled corn-on-the-cob, pretzels, books about how glorious the Christian church used to be, and other assorted junk to trade for tourists’ money. Proceeds will go toward upkeep of the mosque.
9. Some beggars, preferably blind, under-age, and/or very elderly - as ragged and pitiful as possible - and some pickpockets to get the money the tight-fisted tourists would not spend on items listed above in # 8.
Yours in culturally-aware architecture and maximum penetration of tourist market,
M. Ahmadinejad
Chairman, CCCP (Christian Church Conversion Panel).
Are you another son of Sadam Husseine ?
Dear Jason,
No.
Here are some significant differences:
1. Saddam Hussein’s sons were idiots, like dogs, and I am of superior intelligence, like a cat.
2. Saddam Hussein’s sons had poor taste in clothing, looking like a cross between a 1930s Chicago gangster and a modern hip-hop star, while I am a most well-dressed man, able to fit in with anyone and everyone at even the most prestigious social functions, diplomatic balls, and discotheques.
3. Saddam Hussein’s sons, especially the psychotic Uday, relied on their father’s power in order for them to have power, while I gained my own. My enemies have never heard me threaten them with, “I will call my daddy.”
4. Saddam Hussein’s sons relied on penile erection enhancements, while my erections are all natural, long-lasting, and satisfying to their recipients.
5. Saddam Hussein’s sons snatched girls by force, while I snatch them with my wit, charm, conversational ability, and a certain air of mystery I maintain as a result of international travel and cultural literacy.
All the differences above may be explained by this very significant difference:
6. Saddam Hussein’s sons were of trashy Arab tribal lineage, while I Persian, and that one word, “Persian,” needs no qualifiers. It speaks for itself. After all, think of the way people proudly show off their “Persian cat.” Have you ever heard anyone say, “Come by after work and see my new Arab cat”?
I don’t mean to sound arrogant, or to gloat over the graves of my former enemies, but fate and Allah simply dealt me the hand of a winner, wrapped in the skin of a master race, whilst Saddam and his idiot sons were dealt hands that read, simply, “LOSER!”
As a matter of fact, I imagine when Qusay and Uday were surrounded in the house in Mosul, after being sold out and betrayed in typical Arab fashion, probably contemplated all this and realized how stupid they had been and, finally realizing they had nothing left to cling to, shot themselves or, more likely, shot each other.
Which leads to the most important difference:
7. Saddam Hussein’s sons are dead, and I am SO alive!
Wishing everyone a lineage as noble and impressive as mine,
M. Ahmadinejad
Persian
Sorry I insulted you.
I think SSSR is being a copycat for some reason!
His comment did not land in the right spot.
the statue in the photo looks remarkably like me o’ mail order husband.
yours in peace and happiness
the future Mrs Ahmadinejad.
Dearest Angella,
Thank you for revealing more of yourself to me, my love. Truly I am now more excited than ever to grope you in my arms, like a bear pawing at a bee hive to lick the honey from within.
You truly are a statuesque beauty.
Wishing you patience as you long for me,
M. Ahmadinejad
Yes - a nice plague outside would be nice
Dear scot, my friend from the north,
Please pardon my misspelling of plaque and my failure to properly proofread and edit my post, and thank you for your witty way of bringing it to my attention.
However, as you suggest, sometimes a plague is also helpful, especially where the infidels are concerned.
With a promise of better editing,
M. Ahmadinejad
Able to take constructive criticism
Ahmadinejad, you’re crossing the line here, shut up or you will receive giant nuclear penis-missile from yet your friend Putin.
Promises, promises. Putin has been promising to give me missiles for years, playing me like a poor village girl who receives sly winks from the village pretty-boy, but never a consummation of love.
That’s okay, because I will show him when my little friend in North Korea gives me what I need.
Death is already on the way to you.
i think this time Mr. Ahmadinejad has had a couple of too many fresh-squeezed glasses of orange juice outside the Blue mosquee in Istanbul…
almost as corny as the Я on english Russia new logo
I like the white churches with the gold domes that shine in the sun light better.
However this church would look cool in a Ozzy Osbourne video!
Are you another son of Sadam Husseine?
I would like to see more girls with large breasts in front of htese old churches. I like large breast and girls, too. But not the tea-bag tye, firm natural large breasts, like Medvedevs wife has. I like that.
i think this time Mr. Ahmadinejad has had a couple of too many fresh-squeezed glasses of orange juice outside the Blue mosquee in Istanbul…
Dear friend from the north,
Please pardon my misspelling of plaque and my failure to properly proofread and edit my post, and thank you for your witty way of bringing it to my attention.
However, as you suggest, sometimes a plague is also helpful, especially where the infidels are concerned.
With a promise of better editing,
M. Ahmadinejad
Able to take constructive criticism
OMG I wish gay marriage was legal in India
The architecture is quite beautiful.
[...] what would a blogging trip into Russia be if we didn’t have at least a small snippet on some bit of Russian architecture. Russia’s churches are unique in that there really aren’t any of the Goth persuasion, [...]
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Одним из лучших произведений В.И.Баженова можно считать Владимирскую церковь в селе Быково, постройка которой была закончена в 1789 году. Особенно интересен западный фасад с изящными парными башнями-колокольнями и двухмаршевой белокаменной лестницей с красивой балюстрадой.
http://padenko.livejournal.com/35584.html
Лестница вела в верхнюю летнюю церковь Владимирской Божией Матери. Под лестницей - портал входа в зимнюю церковь Рождества Христова (ныне действующую).
В.И.Баженов любил необычные планировочные и объемные композиции. Быковский храм - овальный в плане.
Боковые фасады церкви украшены парными двухколонными портиками, увенчанными остроконечными пирамидами.
В середине XIX века рядом с храмом была построена отдельно стоящаая колокольня.
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