22 Jan 2012

Why did Sweden Lose?

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On the course of Russian history from 1598 to 1856, here at SSEES (UCL), I had to write an essay answering the question: why did Russia win the Great Northern War? And as any honest Finnish person I had to deconstruct the question thus: why did Sweden lose the war? As I might have told you earlier the unofficial motto of Finland (applies especially to sports and in sports especially to ice hockey) is as follows: "It is not about winning, it's about the Swedes losing".
Roughly speaking you can witness the same attitude right here:


The Great Northern War: the Winner and the Loser

Why did Russia win the Great Northern War? The answer to a question such as this is without a doubt a complicated one. After all, in terms of historical research questions beginning with why differ greatly from the ones beginning with how. Firstly, the given question already suggests that Russia, as a winner of the war, was superior to Sweden or, at the very least, must have had some indisputable advantage over her adversary. Secondly, the question why did Russia win is in its nature virtually the same as why did Sweden lose. Thirdly, as is commonly known and even accepted, history is written by the victors[1]. Therefore, when analyzing conflicts that had a profound impact on the balance of power and shifted power from one state to another, as was the case of the Great Northern War, it is productive to review the war also from the point of view of the loser, in this case the Kingdom of Sweden.

We should start by studying the nature of these two confronting states. Petrine Russia was a country in transition: aiming for the West and the Baltic Sea but still far from the purpose. Rapid and hasty changes were taking place within Russia, yet no one could have vouched for their endurance. Be that as it may, many of the faults and weaknes­­ses of the backward Muscovite Russia and its establishment could still be clearly detected on the eve of the war in the year 1700. Sweden, on the other hand, was one of the first-class powers in Europe with the most efficient army and definitely one of the most effective state apparatuses. However, the power of the Swedish Kingdom was not established on the basis of an exceptionally strong economy or on overseas colonies (as was the case of France and Great Britain) but on the sheer territorial size of the Kingdom[2]. By the middle of 17th century the Baltic Sea had become practically mare nostrum of the Swedes and in 1700 their state was prepared as ever for the oncoming war[3].

The nature of warfare in the Great Northern War had not changed significantly since the Thirty Years’ War as a result of which Sweden had laid the foundation stone of its empire in 1648. In this previous war the Swedish army had been victorious, among other things, due to its relatively easy financing:

With an army well and truly placed on field footing by the state, it would be spurred on to moving as quickly as possible beyond its own borders and out into enemy territory, where it would support itself by greater or lesser sophisticated methods of plunder. To maintain an armed force within the borders would mean economic disaster. Swedish war financing was so conceived that while her army was victorious the system worked perfectly, but any reverse threw all calculations into disarray.[4]
In other words war was to a certain extent even a necessity for Sweden in order to maintain the vastness of the Kingdom. Now, in the Great Northern War, the situation would alter greatly, for the war ended as it began: Sweden being forced to confront several enemies on different fronts within its own borders. Furthermore, unlike in the previous war on German soil, the Northern Empire was now alone with its many vengeful enemies and without its maritime allies due to the Spanish War of Succession. England and France both were engaged elsewhere and could not interfere in a conflict in the Baltic.[5] In the course of the 17th century Sweden had made enemies of Saxony, the Polish Commonwealth and Russia gaining from their hours of weakness. Russia, in particular, had lost its access to the sea in the Treaty of Stolbovo in 1617 as a result of the Time of Troubles. And thus in 1698 it was Peter I of Russia who was initiating the anti-Swedish alliance and sought to bring together all the foes of Sweden. The coalition of Russia, Denmark, Polish Commonwealth and Saxony was completed by Saxon–Danish treaty in September 1699.[6]

Within months Pax Suecica was shattered by disconnected and ineffective attacks of the allies. When Russia finally entered the war in August 1700 Denmark had already been forced to withdraw from the war. In the Treaty of Travendal Sweden had secured its Southern border of the realm and could thus focus completely on the Russian expansion. However, Denmark had suffered only a temporary lost of prestige: the foundation of Danish might, its navy, was left intact and ready to be used as soon as the course of war would change.[7] As soon as the quarrel with Denmark was settled the Swedish forces were on their way to Narva, Estland, where they quickly won the outnumbering yet submissive Russian army. Peter I deserted his troops on the eve of the fight thus confirming his certain defeat. Now, with almost all Russian generals as prisoners of war Charles XII turned his attention to the last remaining enemy, the Saxons, at the gates of Riga and continued his campaign swiftly to the south, into the territory of Polish Commonwealth.[8]

In Russia the Petrine myth is based upon the alleged transformation between the rout at Narva and the triumph at Poltava. This altogether Russian ideal is indeed far from the truth. Indeed Peter I did introduce the Russian state and army with series of quite radical changes that above all sought to establish a rational and consistent system of administration and to bring regularity and discipline both into the army’s hierarchy and to its conduct on the battlefield. Peter’s decree from February 1705 also provided the army with an effective recruiting system, which would supply the officer corps with members of dvorianstvo and the infantry with serfs. Special focus was also put on a growing amount of permanent regiments in order to provide continuity for the officers. These changes were undoubtedly necessary but, because of the wartime situation, they were predominantly done in a chaotic manner.[9]

However, all of these reforms cannot be viewed as par excellence in the frame of Russian military history. The groundwork for the new system was done long before Peter I sat on the Russian throne: the old-style army was gradually abolished and substantial amount of foreign troops were hired to the country’s service in due course of the 17th century. Thus, already by 1680 only 8 per cent of cavalry was that of the old-style. After the Streltsy Uprising of 1698 there was no significant amount of old-style military left in Russia.[10] To summaries Peter’s role as a reformer of Russian military:
Peter took the semi-professional, disorganised forces bequeathed to him by his predecessors and, however haphazardly, gave them the permanent regimental and administrative structure which not only enabled him to win the war, but to develop an ethos and culture which, though much derived from foreign models, was essentially Petrine and peculiarly Russian.[11]

Hence, in Narva, in 1700, the Swedes were already facing a competent enemy: Peter’s army had only recently taken over Azov and won the Turks in a swift war immediately after which it had undertaken the task of conquering Ingria from Sweden. This campaign, however, ended miserably in Narva not because of the backwardness of the Russian army but simply due to the mistakes of Russian generals and Peter’s lack of confidence.[12]

A notable historical myth also suggests that Charles’ first mistake and indeed the fatal one was not to follow fleeing Peter into Pskov, where the rest of Russian army could have been destroyed and thus their attempted expansion could have been annihilated once and for all. However, Charles XII had many good reasons to draw his attention to the south. Firstly, Riga was threatened by a poorly conducted Saxon siege. Secondly, one of Sweden’s enemies and Russia’s only remaining ally, Augustus II of the Polish Commonwealth and Saxony, was yet to be dealt with. Thirdly, one cannot underestimate the purely financial question of maintaining an army of 25,000 Swedes: the army had to be taken as quickly as possible out into the enemy territory where it also should be able to support itself by plunder.[13] The following eight years the Swedish army would operate on Polish and German ground and win a row of victories forcing Augustus and Saxony effectively out of the war.

The second phase of the war started in 1708 with the Swedes marching into Russia. After eight years of pillage in Central Europe the Swedish army was larger and in better shape than ever since 1700. Meanwhile the Russians had not been idle: Ingria and Estland had fallen into their hands by the end of the summer 1704, Saint Petersburg and, more importantly, the Russian Baltic navy had been founded and was well under construction. By now Charles came to the conclusion that an attack on Russia was necessary in order to assure the continuity of Pax Suecica.

Charles XII is often accused of misconducting his Russian campaign and indeed it had several flaws, which we shall examine, but none of them is fatal enough solely to explain the catastrophe that awaited the Northern Empire on Ukrainian steppe. It seems to be common to criticize the Swedish monarch for not taking his adversary seriously and even disregarding the danger of expanding Russia but then again, could any Western power have anticipated the strength of Russia in 1709? Evidently the force of Petrine Russia was in every way unexpected both by Sweden and by the rest of Europe.[14]

While advancing deeper into Russia the Swedish army started to face one hardship after another. Firstly, the retreating Russian troops were using the infamous strategy of scorched earth making it thus much more difficult to sustain the pursuing army. Secondly, the first part of the winter 1708-09 was severely cold causing losses and demoralisation of the Swedish troops. Thirdly, Charles was well aware of the Astrakhan uprising of 1705 and the Cossack discontent caused by Bulavin’s uprising. This was one of the evident reason for the army to turn south, but this was done definitely too early for the following Lewenhaupt’s army, with a wagon train full of supplies for the main army, was caught alone at Lesnaya and almost completely destroyed by Peter’s troops.[15]

By June 1709 Charles’ army was trapped in the middle of Ukrainian steppe, unattainable by supplies or reinforcements from the motherland, supported by Mazepa’s Zaporozhian Cossacks, hoping to provoke the Tatars and Ottomans to conjoin the war and waiting for the Russians to finally engage in a fight. The situation was still far from desperate. Charles had over 20,000 men at arms and victory was still possible if only the Russians could be reached on the battlefield.[16]

When the Russians eventually turned out they were also the ones to issue the challenge for fight by crossing the river Vorskla just north from Poltava. On 27th of June the decisive battle of the war was fought and in this battle the aggressive Swedish style gave finally in for efficient Russian counterattack, which broke the line of the Swedish army and forced them to retreat.[17] Three days later 16.000 Swedes surrendered to 9.000 Russians at Perevolochna due to exhaustion and rampant demoralisation.[18]

After Poltava Charles fled to Turkish Moldavia, where he was eventually taken as a POW by the Ottomans and taken to Istanbul. Before this he managed to incite a conflict between Russia and Turkey. The short war in Moldavia put an end on Peter’s plans of expansion in Black Sea region but gained him twenty years of peace on the perilous Southern border.[19] Ultimately the Russo-Turkish treaty sealed Sweden’s defeat in the war for now Peter was solely focused on his campaign in the Baltic and within months after Poltava the anti-Swedish alliance was re-established with one new member, Prussia, joining in 1714.[20]

The tide had turned and the Swedish stormaktstid was over. Russians captured the rest of Livonia and Estland in 1710 and then moved swiftly into Eastern Sweden taking Vyborg, Kexholm and Åbo by 1713. After the final battle of Storkyro in 1714 the Russian army halted their advance into Sweden and started effectively pillaging the western part of this Swedish territory, from where they intended to retreat once the peace would be signed. This period of Russian occupation of Finland from 1710 to 1721 is known as Greater Wrath because of the terror caused by the Russian troops. However, the havoc was largely a response to the resistance offered by the local population agitated by the officials of the Swedish crown.[21] Also, as a part of this campaign, the Russian navy enjoyed its first victory in Hangö, which enabled the prolonged occupation of Sweden’s Eastern territories and the plundering of Swedish coast up ‘till 1721. The final blow for the Northern Empire was struck in 1719 by Russian navy harassing the Stockholm archipelago and thus threatening the very capital of the realm.[22]

In the Treaty of Nystad Sweden lost Livonia, Estland, Ingria and most of Karelia to Russia. Thus, Peter I had secured his new capital and indeed gained broad access to the Baltic Sea. Sweden, on the other hand, had survived the wreckage relatively well: preserving the Southern border with Denmark and still retaining a foothold in Pomerania. After the death of Charles XII on his campaign in Norway, in 1718, the new monarch, Ulrika Eleonora, was far more inclined to seek truce with the oncoming enemies than her warlike brother. By 1714 Sweden had run out of all resources and thus any capability of conducting war against the allies.[23]

The reasons as to why Sweden lost the Great Northern War are multiple. The most obvious answer would be that the efficient army and the effective state apparatus of the Northern Empire could bear the pressure of the anti-Swedish allies for only as long as the war was fought in the enemy territory. As soon as the destructive war was brought into the insecure borderlands the system started to collapse. Also, it must be mentioned that the enemies, in particular the Russians, had undertaken several reforms that enabled them to confront the Swedes with destructive efficiency. The reluctance of Charles XII to make peace with his enemies can also be regarded as unintentional bonus to the vengeful allies.[24] And finally it must be understood that the Great Northern War was a very complex conflict that lasted for more than two decades and thus Sweden did not lose its status as a great power in a sudden downfall but as a result of a prolonged crisis.

Bibliography:

Evgenii V. Anisimov, “The Reforms of Peter the Great: Progress through Coercion in Russia” (New York: M.E. Sharpe: 1993)

Peter Englund, “The Battle that Shook Europe: Poltava and the Birth of the Russian Empire” (London: I.B.Tauris, 2003)

Robert I. Frost, “The Northern Wars: War, State and Society in Northern Europe, 1558 – 1721” (Harlow: Pearson Education, 2000)

Petri Karonen, “Pohjoinen Suurvalta: Ruotsi ja Suomi 1521 – 1809” (Helsinki: WSOY, 2008)

Mauno Koivisto, ”Venäjän idea” (Helsinki: Tammi, 2001)


[1] Famous quote often attributed to Winston Churchill but the origin is unknown.
[2] Englund 2003, p. 29-34
[3] Karonen 2008, p. 326-328
[4] Englund 2003, p 31
[5] Anisimov 1993, p 51
[6] Frost 2000, p 228
[7] Karonen 2008, p 310
[8] Anisimov 1993, p 55-57
[9] Anisimov 1993, p. 57-64
[10] Frost 2000, p. 235-241
[11] Frost 2000, p. 241-242
[12] Frost 2000, p. 231-235
[13] Anisimov 1993, 95-96
[14] Koivisto 2001, p. 84
[15] Frost 2000, p. 279-288
[16] Anisimov 1993, p. 114-120
[17] Frost 2000, 289-294
[18] Anisimov 1993, p. 120-122
[19] Anisimov 1993, p. 129-134
[20] Frost 2000, p. 294-295
[21] Karonen 2008, p. 313-320
[22] Frost 2000, p. 316-317
[23] Karonen 2008, p. 315-326
[24] Karonen 2008, p. 326-328

After Two Thousand Miles of Wonder

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Forgive me. It has been far too long since I've written anything proper here on my blog. I do have an excuse though and I'm rather hoping you would like to hear it: essays (and studying in general)! To prove this I'm going to post two of my rather interesting and more popular essays in this blog just after I'll finish relating this update. I further hope that you'll have both the time and the interest to give both of these essays some of your time.

In December I only wrote a hasty translation of a song by a Finnish musician, Hector. The very next day I flew to Finland where I stayed for both the Christmas and the New Year. Few days before my departure I bought some mistletoe near Hampstead and took it with me to Kauhajoki, to my parents house. It so happened that the flight was a real mess and by the time I came back home most of the mistletoe branches had broken into debris. Luckily one branch survived and some, bit unorthodox, kissing (this Xmas tradition is unknown in Finland) took place under it:
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All in all my Christmas was rather boring. I was able to do some studying but I wasn't too productive with that 'cause my father was too keen on making sure I had some proper housework to attend to. Fortunately, I was able to escape into South, to Helsinki. In the Finnish capital I spend a fabulously intimate week with my girlfriend and my closest friends. The highlight of my visit back to the North was our celebration of New Year, which our company (my two friends and our beloved partners) did in almost Russian fashion: a lot of food, some vodka, plenty of champagne and fireworks. However, we did have a British addition in the programme as well: after spending the midnight outside with cigars and fireworks we came back home and sang Auld Lang Syne full-heartedly. The following days in Helsinki were rather picturesque with enough snow and time to enjoy the unbearable lightness of wasting away the days simply by enjoying everyday life: 
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On New Year's Eve I came to an interesting conclusion: I realised that I was, to certain extent, actually envious to myself. While imagining my life year before I had achieved quite a lot during 2011 AD (getting my first diploma of B.A., working for the Ministry for Foreign Affairs, studying in UCL and, most importantly, meeting Sasha (my girlfriend)!). Hence, a friend of mine suggested that I should write a letter to my future self in order to remember this sense of sincere and joyful envy. And to have a better understanding of where I was coming from (there in the future). So, I took up a pen and wrote a letter to my future self. The letter is to be open on New Year's Eve 31st of December in 2019. Now the preservation of the letter is invested with Sasha (and I know she's going to take good care of it).

If you are wondering about the actual content of the letter let it suffice to say that I related my present life as I see it now, gave few advices to my future self (what to bear in mind) and also I wrote quite frankly where I see my self in eight years time. Just for the record I'm not planning on taking over the world in this amount of time. And, believe it or not, I chose rather modest but more realistic ambitions (e.g. to become a high school teacher).

On 8th of January (that is already two weeks ago) I returned to London. For the first few days it was extremely odd to be back here in the Great Smog. But on the other hand Bloomsbury has become my second home by now so, after those few exceptional days, I've been feeling rather comfortable with being back here in UK. Lately I've had some new experiences with my Mediterranean friend Ville. On Friday we did the chilling Jack the Ripper Tour in Whitechapel and yesterday we visited both Charles Dickens's home museum and the Britihs Library (both of which are situated practically on my doorstep here in Bloomsbury). And speaking of yesterday, I found the very first draft of Beatles song 'Yesterday' by Paul McCartney in the permanent exhibition of the British Library:
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Now then, few more words about the future. It seems that I'll be extremely busy these coming weeks with the sheer amount of studying I'll have to do. I have a presentation about Tolstoyism and Romanian Fascism to prepare. There's also a plenty of history and literature to do. With my friend Ville I'm now more regularly taking care of my fitness by doing some sports (gym and swimming). I also have many adventures awaiting: going to Cornwall with Sasha within a month and a grand tour of Europe in April (Finland, Czech Republic and France). There are also some people preparing to come over and visit me (including my brother from St. Petersburg). I also might pay a visit to a colleague of mine in Amsterdam later on in spring. So, if you keep on reading and give me a hint of encouragement every once in a while I'll be surely able to relate you all of this and more when the time comes As they say here on Albion: "Keep calm and carry on!"

Yours calmly,

-Stefan

21 Dec 2011

We listen to the skies

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Tomorrow I'm going back to Finland for Christmas after twelve weeks of studying (and four days of absolutely perfick leisure!) in London. Right now I could write you (among other things) about my vampire studies, the Imperial War Museum, Doctor Who, local identities and dialects on British Isles and about new wave of humour considering Maggie Thatcher's tyrannical reign and the biographical motion picture Iron Lady that is about to be released. However, you'll have to make do with another translation of a song that has defined my life. It's rather different from the previous ones so I do hope you forgive me for this (again) lame pay off. Anyway, I do wish you merry Yule tide. You'll hear from me soon enough (I promise)!

Yours on the eve of flight,

-Stefan
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We listen to the skies
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Is there love in the air?
Is it safe outside today?
Or have God and Allah
Both taken their leave?

I won't open the front door,
'Cause the history of our future is lurking there.
I won't look under the mat,
'Cause the innocence of the world has been swept there.
But I can always pray...

So, we listen to the skies, even though they won't answer
God has fallen asleep or carries on creating
Perhaps on the other side of the cosmos, where ever that might be
I'll get my answer as soon as I die, but the road is so very long

Is everything alright, USA?
Has the life there been warlike enough?
Or is there love in the air?
After all it was invented there in Hollywood
Or has evil got its share?
For good has sold its face,
Or just its reflection to evil...

So, we listen to the skies, even though they won't answer
God has fallen asleep or carries on creating
Perhaps on the other side of the cosmos, where ever that might be
I'll get my answer as soon as I die, but the road is so very long

So, we listen to the skies, even though they won't answer
God has fallen asleep or carries on creating
Perhaps on the other side of the cosmos, where ever that might be
I'll get my answer as soon as I die, but the road is so very long

Life is for single-use only, day is recycling day.
I'm begging more time from the night, and the answers go with the wind

So, we listen to the skies, even though they won't answer
God has fallen asleep or carries on creating
Perhaps on the other side of the cosmos, where ever that might be
I'll get my answer as soon as I die, but the road is so very long

Where are you hiding, God?
Are within me or outside of me?
Or behind it all...?

28 Nov 2011

Ведь от тайги до Британских морей, Балтийское пиво всех вкуснее!!


"Here on these Cliffs of Dover
So high you can't see over.
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight it's just beginning."
- The Decemberists

Обстоятельства моей жизни в Британии и, точнее говоря, отдалённость от дома привели меня обратно к родному русскому языку. Уж долго я им не пользовался, тем более не писал на нём тут, в моём блоге. Более того, в последнее время я замечаю в себе уже некие признаки тоски по родине (эх!). Без особых лирических отступлений перейду к делу и значить буду рассказывать о том, как я живу на туманном и коварном Альбионе (но и само собой буду оправдывать мою русскую сентиментальность).
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Должен отметить, что причина того, что пишу эту статью именно на русском языке, накопилась со временем. Последней каплей послужила вчерашнее путешествие с ребятами (с Вацлавом и с Гиермо) в Кентербери и в Дувр, в юго-восточной Англии (не так уж и далеко от самого Лондона). Кентербери оказался небольшим и тихим городком, где кроме главной заборы англиканской церкви так нечего особого и нету. К счастью мы пришли к этому выводу ещё в первом половине дня и продолжили путешествие дальше на юг - в портовый город у пролива Па-де-Кале.

В Дувре, после короткой прогулки, мы оказались в магазине восточноевропейских продуктов. Сначала мне показалось, что этот магазин, как и все остальные подобные славянские ларьки в Англии, польский с продуктами из Чехии, Венгрии и с той же Польши. Но вообразите моё удивление, когда я с приятелями дошёл до пивной полочки: во-первых я заметил знакомую и дружескую этикетку латвийского пива Алдарис, но а за ним целый ряд почти что родного пива Балтика и Невское. Ели сдерживая мою эйфорию я схватил бутылку Шестёрки и объясняя повод моей радости описал содержание бутылки моему испанскому приятелю. Оказалось, что магазин вовсе не польский а латвийский (русскоязычные латыши из Даугавпилса!) и меня на кассе, само собой, обслуживали по-русски.
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Спустя одного часа и после упорной попытки попасть в дуврский замок бесплатно (лазая по бастионам и кувыркаясь в кустах) мы с ребятами оказались на вершине белых дуврских скал (да, тех самых в честь которых Британию и назвали Альбионом) над морем попивая российское пиво и закусывая его балтийской солёной рыбой. Шутя мы сделали вывод, что не смотря на гибель империй Россия всегда с нами, даже в Соединённом Королевстве.
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Я и Гиермо Хуанович над дуврскими скалами (вид на порт).

Кроме вчерашнего случая с пивом Россия, так или иначе, проскальзывает и напоминает мне о своём существований в Лондоне. После испанского и французского языка несомненно самый обычный иностранный язык в этом мегаполисе русский. В Университетском колледже Лондона я достаточно часто встречаю студентов из бывшего СССР (украинцев, эстонцев, казахов), которые, как правило, охотно общаются со мной на русском языке. Более того, до меня дошли слухи из родной Финляндии, что Юрии Шевчук и группа ДДТ будут выступать в марте месяце в городах Хельсинки и Тампере. Выходить, что ради такого редкого и знатного мероприятия мне стоит вернуться, хотя бы на несколько дней, на родину.

Но а в прочем жизнь в городе Лондон продолжается уже по знакомим обычаям. Сегодня, после долгого перерыва, я взял в руки свою гитару и стал изучать новую (почти что рождественскую) песню. Также я спел некоторые старые, добрые песни. В том числе и предновогоднюю Арию Московского Гостья, которую (я и сам удивился) я сыграл с первого раза безошибочно (почти отлично). Но а сейчас, ради первого адвента (http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%90%D0%B4%D0%B2%D0%B5%D0%BD%D1%82), я для вас переведу предрождественскую песню британской группы Coldplay (между прочем, эта группа была основана в университете UCL, в том же где и я сейчас учусь). Надеюсь как-то раз её вам сыграть!

Искренно Ваш,

-Степан

Рождественские огни (Christmas Lights)

Рождественская ночь, ещё одна ссора
Слез, пролитых нами, целое наводнение.
У меня во крови все виды,
Все виды отравляющих веществ.
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Я потащил себя на Оксфорд-стрит,
Пытаясь переделать зло на добро.
"Да уйди ты!", отвечали мне витрины,
А мне не вериться, что она уехала.
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Пока ты всё ещё ждёшь снега -
Так и не хватает ощущения Рождества.
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Надо мной в воздухе сверкают свечи.
О, они сверкают и истекают воском!
Но а я хватаюсь за эти огни
Как за последнюю надежду.
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И как некий пьяный Элвис
Я запеваю, хотя не в тон:
О том, как я всегда любил тебя, дорогая,
И всегда буду любить!
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Пока ты всё ещё ждёшь снега -
Так и не хватает ощущения Рождества.
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Пока ты всё ещё ждёшь снега -
Так и не хватает ощущения Рождества.
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Эти рождественские огни
Освещают улицу
Там, где море и город встречаются.
И пусть все твои тревоги скорее уйдут
О, рождественские огни, продолжайте сверкать!
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Эти рождественские огни
Освещают улицу
Может быть, они вернут её мне.
И тогда все мои тревоги вскоре уйдут
О, рождественские огни, продолжайте сверкать!
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Рождественские огни
Освещайте улицу,
Зажгите салют во мне.
И пусть все ваши тревоги скорее уйдут
О, рождественские огни, продолжайте сверкать!

21 Nov 2011

Lontoo kutsuu Helsinkiä

The text that follows is an attempt to explain about the studying at UCL to my Finnish colleagues. Therefore it's in Finnish. Also, I believe, this article goes to show how much easier it is for me to actually write in my native language. Anyway, you who know Finnish - enjoy!



London calling Helsinki
eli otteita helsinkilässlavistin opiskelusta petollisella Albionilla
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Kävin syyskuussa kääntymässä HY:n lukuvuoden avajaishulinoissa. Kestin Metsätalon käytäviä ehkä puolisen tuntia ja lopulta pakenin horkkaisena kaisaniemeläiseen ravitsemusliikkeeseen hakemaa rohkeutta laitoksemme tohtorikoulutettavan ja ystäväni tukemana. Rauhoittuessani kylmän tuopin äärellä ja keskustellassani pedagogisen työn onnesta tajusin, että nyt on korkea aika vaihtaa (jälleen) maisemaa. Onneksi minulle on suotu levottomat jalat ja joustava (vaikkakin laiha) kukkaro sekä vahva anglofilinen ominaislaatu. Vain kaksi viikkoa myöhemmin kun olin matkalla Lontooseen en voinut aavistaa, että edessäni olisi muutakin kuin vain tavanomainen Erasmus-vaihtovuosi. Sumuinen ja historiankirjojen mukaan kavala Albion (Britannian vanhin tunnettu nimi) oli varannut minulle monta yllätystä. 
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Helsingin yliopiston Valtiotieteellisen tiedekunnan politiikan ja talouden tutkimuksen laitoksella on vuotuiset kolme vaihtopaikkaa lontoolaisen University College Londonin School of Slavonic and East European Studies -laitokselle, joka vastaa etäisesti meikäläistä Aleksanteri-instituuttia ja tunnetaan tuttavallisesti lyhenteellä SSEES. UCL on brittiläinen huippuyliopisto (nota bene, tätä ei nyt saa sekoittaa Otaniemeen). Se kuuluu Russell-ryhmään ja on rankattu useaan otteeseen Britannian yliopistojen kärkiviisikkoon. Toisin kuin ruraalit perusenglantilaiset puritaaniyliopistot Oxford ja Cambridge, UCL perustettiin sekulaarien ja egalitarististen arvojen pohjalle (sieltä valmistui aikoinaan myös eräs intialainen lakimies Mohandas Gandhi ja legendan mukaan siellä vieraili myös kreivi Tolstoi).
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SSEES on puolestaan toistuvasti palkittu UCL:n huippuyksikkö, jonka tutkimuskenttään kuuluu koko Eurooppa Oderista itään mukaanlukien Venäjä ja varsin yllättävästi myös Suomi! Toivon etteivät mahdolliset svekomaanilukijat pahastu kolleegojeni varsin epäsuomalaisesta logiikasta, sillä vastoin lukijan tahatonta oletusta kyseinen maantieteellinen paketti ei perustu Pariisin rauhansopimukseen vuodelta 1947 eikä edes brittien pöyristyttävään tietämättömyyteen transgermaanisesta Euroopasta, vaan tšekkiläisen filosofin ja valtiomiehen Tomáš Masarykin aatokseen vuodelta 1915, joka tunnetaan nimellä ”The Problem of the Small Nations in the European Crisis”. Työn keskeisin päämäärä on luoda puitteet kaikille Väli-Euroopan kansallisvaltioille (maat Saksan ja Venäjän välissä), joiden itsenäistyttyään tulisi luoda jonkinlainen kansainyhteisö. Masarykin mukaan juuri nämä kansat tulisivat näyttelemään ratkaisevaa roolia 1900-luvun vaiheissa. Uskallan väittää, että SSEES:issa Suomi on päässyt arvoiseensa seuraan sillä länsinaapurimme ovat osa School of European Languages, Culture and Society -sekametelisoppaa.
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Nyt kun pakolliset esittelyt on vihdoin hoidettu voimme siirtyä itse asiaan. Toivon ettei yksikään HY:n rattaistossa ahertava loukkaannu verisesti jos koetan parhaan kykyni mukaan vertailla aitoa anglosaksista huippuyliopistoa suomalaiseen vastineeseensa. Artikkelin tarkoituksena on unohtaa debatti lukukausimaksuista, joista väitellään, osoitetaan mieltä ja järjestetään lakkoja myös täällä avoimen markkinatalouden ja kilpailukyvyn kehdossa sekä yliopistojen hallinnosta ja opiskelijoiden työelämään integroinnista (jossa Britannia peittoaa Suomen 6-1) ja keskittyä siihen oleelliseen eli opetukseen ja sen kautta saatavan koulutuksen tasoon.

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Jo ensimmäisellä viikolla UCL:ssa havaitsin ettei kyseessä ole biletysvuosi. En ole ehtinyt ulkoiluttamaan harmaita aivosolujani (saati maksaani) Bloomsburyn opiskelijariennoissa kuin muutamaan otteeseen. Sen sijaan olen löytänyt itseni kursseilta, joiden luonne ei oikeastaan millään tavalla muistuta minua kotilaitoksesta. Opintopisteiden sijasta britit mittaavat kurssisuorituksensa kurssiyksikköinä (course units), joita lukuvuodessa kerätään vähintään neljä. Syventymättä tähän yliopistomatematiikalle ominaiseen laskutoimitukseen totean, että yksi kurssiyksikkö vastaa noin viittätoista opintopistettä. Tällä hetkellä opiskelen yhteensä viidellä kurssilla, joista useimmat ovat puolen kurssiyksikön suuruisia. Näillä kursseilla on yksi tunnin mittainen luento ja yksi kahden tunnin mittainen seminaari viikossa. Luento UCL:ssa tarkoittaa suunnilleen samaa mitä Helsingissäkin, mutta seminaari (wau!) onkin jo aivan toista luokkaa.
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Seminaaritunnin epistola on suunnilleen seuraava: hetimiten kun opiskelijat ovat asettuneet taisteluvalmiuteen ja istuvat hiirenhiljaa puolustusasemissaan, kurssin vetäjä nousee kateederille ja aloittaa akateemiset kovapanosammunat. Kysymyksiä satelee kuin konekiväärin piipusta ja vastausten on tultava opiskelijoilta. Jos jokin kysymys jää vaille vastausta on varsin harvinaista, että kurssin vetäjä vaivautuu sen opiskelijoille selittämään. Nähkääs kaikki läksyt tulee olla luettuna ennen seminaaria, ja vastaukset seminaarin kysymyksiin löytyvät joko edeltäneen luennon sisällöstä tai sekundaarilähteistä (artikkeleista, lukulistojen kirjoista yms.). Korkeasta rimasta huolimatta onnistunut seminaarisessio on muutakin kuin vain kysymyksiä ja vastauksia. Viime kädessä ne muodostavat verrattoman akateemisen keskustelun, jossa usein päästään paljon pidemmälle kuin mitä lähdeaineistossa.
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Lisäksi jokaiselle kurssille kirjoitetaan kahdesta kolmeen esseetä (viidestä seitsemään sivua) ja luonnollisesti kurssin päättää kolmen tunnin mittainen koe touko-kesäkuussa. Onko siis ihme jos lontoolaisslavisti kerää kasaan yleensä noin kuudella kurssilla yhteensä 60 opintopistettä? Uskallan vieläpä väittää a posteriori -tuntumalla että omaan kaaliini täkäläinen oppi menee paljon paremmin perille ja myös pysyy siellä. Muistan kotilaitoksella joskus puhuttaneen snellmanilaisesta yliopistosta. Kyseinen määre saatta olla minulta juuri nyt pahasti hukassa, mutta uskon että Johan Vilhelm viihtyisi hyvin vaikka vain vierailevana luennoitsijana täällä SSEES:illa.
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Viimeistelläkseni tämän ylistysoodin minun täytyy vielä kertoa teille täkäläisen slavistiikan runsaudensarvesta eli paikallisen weboodin kurssitarjottimesta (tupla wau!). UCL:n Timetables ohjelmassa SSEES:in kurssit on jaoteltu kieliaineiden sijaan useampaan suunnilleen yhtä suureen kategoriaan. Löytyy kielitiede, talous, kirjallisuus, politiikka, historia, kulttuuri ja yleisslavistiikka (maantuntemus, muinaiskirkkoslaavi ym. humanistihumppa). Pääaineesta riippuu mihin näistä osa-alueista brittislavisti keskittyy, mutta oletusarvo on, että kaikista kakuista hotkaistaan merkittävä viipale.

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Olkoonkin että täällä opiskelija norkoilee yliopistolla vain neljä vuotta (opetusohjelma on raameiltaan varsin tiukka, ja akateeminen vapaus on määreenä lähes tuntematon) viiden tai seitsemän sijasta, mutta ottaen huomioon em. opetustekniikan ja kurssitarjonnan laajuuden uskon SSEESiläisen pesevän meikäläisen mennen tullen. Laiha lohtu löytyy kuitenkin brittien varsinaisesta kielitaidosta. Kielikursseilla opitaan kielioppi sekä kielitiede Chomskya myöten, mutta jos vaihtovuosi kohdemaassa (yleensä kolmas opintovuosi) jää käyttämättä, ei englantilaisreppana saa suutaan juuri auki ulkomaisella kielellä.
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Paljon olisi vielä kerrottavaa Lontoon ihmeistä ja toinen toistaan mielenkiintoisemmista kursseista, joilla parhaan taitoni mukaan puurran, mutta elo ei ole täällä totisesti tylsää! Jos satut harkitsemaan vaihtoon lähtemistä niin kehotan ottamaan yhteyttä politiikan ja talouden tutkimuksen laitoksen yliopistolehtori Tauno Savelaan. Ensimmäinen hakukierros avataan tammikuussa, joten kannattaa olla heti valppaana – vaivan palkkana saattaa olla menolippu Lontooseen!

-Stefan

18 Nov 2011

The Lands of Morning


"Oran, naomha, buan                      Song, sacred, eternal
Tog gu ard guth an t-sluaigh            Lift on high the voice of the people
Oran, the mi reidh                          Song, I am reconciled
Eirich, eirich bhar an t-sleibh"         Let it rise up from the moorland               
                   - Runrig (Oran)

Late last Sunday I returned to London after a long journey to the Outer Hebrides and back. These past few days in the rectangle of UCL in Bloomsbury (a certain small area within which most of my life as a Londoner seems to take place and outside of which I hardly spend any time at all) have been quite tedious. It took only a day or two for me two find comfort in the absolute tranquillity of a small rural Hebridean community, which seems to indicate once more my intransigent agrarian spirit, but it seems to take much more time for me to get again similarly comfortable in this already familiar environment in London. In order to explain all this I believe I must relate to you some of my experiences on these aforementioned isles.

This story, for once, does not begin with me (although I'm as random and omnipresent as ever) but with a certain mettlesome and bit adventurous Welshman whose life seems to be inseparably entwined with several distant Atlantic Isles such as the Falklands and the Outer Hebrides. His name is John and on the chilly and misty autumn morning on the third of October 2007 he picked up a certain young Finnish hitch-hiker (that's me now...) near Tarbert on the Isle of Harris and drove him all the way up to Stornoway. Little did he know how would this act of friendliness turn out in due course of the years to come. Ever since that drive from Harris to Lewis (Isle of Lewis) John has been patient and unfailing pen pal writing and answering with accuracy all the letters he has received from all over the world from this anxious globetrotter and hitch-hiker. Now, for the sake of John's privacy and common decency, I'll get back to my own story and thus to myself.
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Here's a picture of John; my friend and host on Isle of Harris.
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It took me about 24 hours to get from my London rectangle to John's home on the Isle of Harris. First I had to take an overnight bus to Inverness. This first part took more than 13 hours and was almost as uncomfortable as a routed taxicab (or a marshrutka) on a winding road in some distant part of steep mountain range. But eventually I did get to Inverness weary yet intact. From Inverness I took a bus to Ullapool and immediately when there I board a CalMac ferry to Stornoway (the unofficial capital of the Western Isles) where John with a friend of his was already awaiting me. It took us one more hour to drive from Stornoway to Harris in middle of night with gealach làn (the full moon) shining on the beautiful starry sky.

My time on Harris went swiftly as a whirlwind and yet I didn't do much of anything in particular there (at least if you measure it by the standard activeness I have here in London). My days consistent mainly of trips to different parts of the island with John (usually in the morning), taking the family's hyperactive dog out for a walk every once in a while (in order to do some workout after lunch), having long and thorough discussions about the state of the world especially in the evenings (with a glass of whiskey or a pint of ale, sometimes both), doing bit of reading (or rather playing with the though of actually studying) and of course being spoiled by delicious home food made by John's wife Heather.

Now, I'll try not to bore you with too many details about Harris or its people and their language - the Scottish Gaelic (which is still, along with the other Celtic languages, one of my favourite hobbies or rather obsessions). Instead of giving all the information boiling in my head I'll let some of my pictures to speak for themselves. Here, have a look!


Luskentyre beach, Isle of Harris. The island is full of beautiful beaches
well worth the swim (in summertime that is)!


Village of Ardhasaig, Clisham (the highest mountain on Harris) is covered with clouds
in this picture.

Me going for a swim on Hushinish beach, Isle of Harris. The water was very salty, the waves mighty and the cold was emasculating. But I survived! Well, thanks to a hot bath back in John's home.


The eastern side of Harris is full of rocks and lochs but its ruggedness
holds exceptional beauty. At least to my Nordic eye.



The Callanish Stones, Isle of Lewis. This group of stones dates back to 2900 BC making it thus much older than the latest phase of Stonehenge (the one we can see today). In its overall shape it resembles a Celtic cross (one of many symbols associated with the sun). The place itself is very interesting and possess a certain mysticism. Here's more to it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Callanish_Stones

"Mañana is too exact time on Harris", said John to me when we were driving to Huishinish. He was trying to explain me what was the day to day life like on Western Isles. At first I didn't quite understand what he meant by this but soon, with one obvious example, it all came to me clear as a crystal: the road we were driving on, A859, must be the only A road (basic British motorway) in all of UK where there's only one lane. Basically what this means is that only one car can drive on this road to one of the two possible directions while the (possible!) oncoming car must park itself in one the pockets on the side of road. There's a pocket for such occasion about every 50 meters or so. The road is quite safe to drive on and there are hardly ever any significant accidents. And I'm not surprised! On Harris it's not by any means unusual to stop right there in the middle of this road and have a wee chat with the oncoming driver. Especially if the two are familiar to each other (N.B. on Harris all the locals know one and other). There's no haste on Harris and there seems to be plenty of time even without rushing things.

While discussing the contemporary situation of the Scottish Gaelic with the locals (of whom a clear majority would speak it as their native language) I was once more reassured that the future of this specific Celtic language is sadly not that promising at all. Unlike in Ireland or Wales, where the nation's native language seems to mean a lot to a significant portion of even the younger generation and where it drives the strong Nationalist movements, in Scotland, however, things are very different. Here in Alba [àlapa] the future of Scottish Gaelic is unambiguously the responsibility of the educational system. No other official party seems to be interested in promoting it. This means that by now Scottish Gaelic is sustaining itself to certain extent in its strongholds like on the Western Isles and the Highlands but its not expanding to South.

Outside of the Gàidhealtachd (the Gaelic speaking area of Scotland) there's hardly any interest for the revival of the language. To me this seemed, at first, very bizarre due to the fact that of all the particles that together form the (dis)United Kingdom - Scotland is the one pursuing independence with the most amount of perseverance. The Scottish Nationalist party is clearly the most popular one (has been for almost a decade now) in Alba but its Nationalist rhetoric has almost nothing to do with the Scottish Gaelic. However, Herder's idea of "one language - one nation" is not forgotten in Scotland - on the contrary it's a cornerstone of this Nationalist movement but the language the Scots have apparently chosen for this cause is a Germanic language better know as the Scots.

To clarify the picture a bit let it suffice to say that Scottish Gaelic is (roughly speaking) the language of the Irish settlers who came to the Highlands and Islands somewhere already in 4th century. But so it happened that the Scottish Gaelic never established itself permanently in the Lowlands of Scotland where the Scots language was gradually formed and where it gained its status as the dominant language of Alba in due course of Mediaeval period. That's enough of history and philology for this article.

I spend a great deal of time discussing with John also the future of Scotland and his native land of Cymru (Wales). On the last day of my visit we came to the conclusion that eventually, in one way or an other and for better or for worse, both the Scots and the Welsh will gain their full independence from Westminster and the English Crown. John also told me about the valleys of South Wales and the history of labour movement there. And so we reach a further understanding that I basically have no other option but to go and see Wales for myself once more in order to learn and experience more of Cymru. Also, should I live to see the day of Welsh independence, I promised John at least the effort of climbing up some high point in my native Finland and shouting to all the four winds: Hurray! The dream lives on and eventually we'll get there but there's still time 'till dawn.

As John said: "I've seen the Lands of Morning!". And he certainly has, because as a Welshman he's a son of such a land and he has spent most of his life on distant islands far away from the establishment. But when I stood on the deck of CalMac ferry on my way back to mainland and looked on the dusk upon Isle of Lewis (see the first photo of this text) I realised that I have been, yet again, exceedingly fortunate to have a such a friend and to have seen these lands, if only by a glimpse, with my very own eyes.

Yr eiddoch gyda chariad a chyda pharch,

-Stefan

PS.

Dros Gymru'n gwlad, O Dad, dyrchafwn gri,
y winllan wen a roed i'n gofal ni;
d'amddiffyn cryf a'i cadwo'n ffyddlon byth,
a boed i'r gwir a'r glân gael ynddi nyth;
er mwyn dy Fab a'i prynodd iddo'i hun,
O crea hi yn Gymru ar dy