June 21, the 118th day of the war, the day of the summer equinox

The longest day and the shortest night. The beginning of summer.


Daniel says that if we lived in Fairhaven, we would celebrate with a bonfire by the ocean.

But we live in New Bedford, our house is in a relatively good neighborhood, but not on the ocean. There will be no bonfire tonight, and tomorrow is work.

Anyway, I don’t like summer.

Siberians can “throw slippers at me”*, and they will be right. Just like me. To each his own.

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When age doesn’t mean wisdom

Crackle was barking as he watched me leaving a car. He always does it when he sees me leaving the car or coming back. 

I ran into the store to grab a couple of things that they didn’t have on the shelves earlier this morning. 

I knew Crackle was going to be fine. I left the car windows slightly open for him. And  it was unusually cold for summer. But anyway, I was fast. I had only two items in my basket when I approached the cashier. All of the sudden, the woman behind me asked: “Let me pay for your groceries”. 

-What? Why?

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Sad thoughts about Texas

My Thursday morning started with an emotional speech by a basketball coach on TV. The head coach of the Golden State Warriors, Steve Kerr, said: enough is enough, he was tired of starting games with a minute of silence. Kerr was referring to the shooting at a Texas school in Uvalde. Where 19 children (8-10 years old) and two adults were killed.

“There’s 50 senators who refuse to vote right now on H.R. 8, which is a background check rule that the House passed a couple years ago. It’s been sitting there for two years. And there’s a reason they won’t vote on it: to hold on to power,” Kerr said. 

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Evening notes, 4, Boston


How to spend a vacation without being excruciatingly painful?

Make a to-do list, do almost everything from it, get tired.

One of the action items was a trip to Boston. Beautiful Boston… always beautiful Boston.

The decision to travel was spontaneous, as always. But there was also a plan – to go to a Russian store and meet with Dan’s sister and her husband. But they couldn’t make it to Boston  at the last moment. So I spent the whole day alone with Boston and a backpack with trophies.

Friday morning in Boston was overcast. The day was partly cloudy. Temperature – I don’t know. It’s warm in the sun, but it’s uncomfortably cool in the shade of even a small tree. Spring. It’s still spring. And in spring, cold winds often blow on sunny days.

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Evening notes, 3

-You speak with an accent. Where are you from?- the visitor asked.

-From Europe – I replied, rolling my eyes (here we go again).

The visitor turned to the door, about to leave, but realized that he had not heard the answer and asked again: from which part of Europe?

-From the cold – was the answer.

He realized that he would not get an answer and left.

I told my husband at home. He said: “Well, you could say that you are from Sweden.”

I don’t want to and don’t like to lie unnecessarily.

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Evening notes, 2

I am deeply convinced that learning a foreign language, learning to swim, ride a bike, and drive a car is necessary the sooner the better.

I started driving after the age of 40, when I moved to the USA. It’s really late.

We live in a small city. There is public transportation in the form of several bus routes. But with a car it is much more convenient, faster and more reliable. And driving is not a big deal for most people. For most, but not for me. 

Sometimes it seems I myself create difficulties so that life is not always so rosy. 

In conversations, I admit that I’m afraid to get behind the wheel. But I don’t remember ever writing about it.

I think the category #evening notes category is perfect for this.

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When to read memoirs

… impression of the book  “A backpack, a bear, and 8 craters of vodka”

I thought that the best time to read biographies and memoirs was retirement.

It seems I was mistaken.

More than a month ago I received an announcement in my work email. Bridgewater University (or their bookclub) invited people to talk with the author about a book  “A backpack, a bear, and 8 craters of vodka” by Lev Golinkin. The  book is about the immigration of a Jewish family from the Soviet (back then) Ukraine.

Everything about Russia and Ukraine is on air now, so I decided to read it.

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Evening notes, 1

Weekend. I was at the computer, inventing a new pin for my Pinterest. The husband came up and said that I am the perfect wife.


I almost dropped the mouse (PC mouse) out of my hands.

My ex-husband (the one from a previous life) tried to make me the perfect wife. He taught me how to live, what and how to do. I honestly tried, especially at first, but everything was hopeless, probably genes…

And right now I don’t know what to think. All I needed to do was just to be myself. Flighty, creative, funny, sensitive, sad, caring, attentive.

And then I remembered the tale of the Ugly Duckling. Clarissa Pinkola Estes deciphered it in the book “Women who Run with Wolves”. The book is complicated, you can’t read it while cooking borscht. I read it slowly and partially. That’s why my friend Lena explained the transcript to me. I am sincerely grateful to her for that.

So, referring to Clarissa, the problem was not at all in the duckling. He wasn’t ugly, he was different. Everything was resolved when he found his pack.

The next day I was driving home from work and not for the first time I thought that I probably did something right in my life, that I ended up where I am now.

Announcement of evening notes

Once upon a time in another life (in another country and with another husband) I watched the TV series “Sex and the City”.

For some reason, I remember the moment when Carrie Bradshaw, sitting in her New York apartment in the evening, types an article on her computer, then closes her laptop and goes to bed.

Of course, we know that she was a columnist in some fashion magazine, and her articles were about relationships and sex. She had plenty of ideas for the topics from personal experience, her own and her friends.  

I also periodically have a desire to write short posts in the evenings.

But WHO am I and WHO is Carrie?

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April 11, 2022

47th day of the war

Before the beginning  of the war I started my day of scrolling Instagram or FB.

Now I start and end my day with YouTube. I follow “Popular politics”, Живой гвоздь (Live Nail), Yuri Shvets,  Maйкл Наки (Michael Naki), ICTV TV Channel, Alexey Arestovich, Ivan Yakovina, Dmitry Gordon. I listen to the opinions of Valery Solovey (political scientist), Dmitry Potapenko (businessman and economist) and Grigory Yudin (political scientist) and others.

It’s getting a little overwhelming.

I am confused about the channels, ranks/ specialties of the guests, I no longer remember which Minister of Military Affairs of Russia was a simple driver during his service in the army. But I watch/listen and try to figure it out.

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