just let me sew

Many years ago, in the pre-Internet era, I made my own outfits. I did it myself and regularly. I sewed on my mother’s hand-held sew machine, without special knowledge and elementary “zigzag”-function. With the help of creativity and imagination, I came up with how to put the parts together in a wearable product. Then, many years ago, I needed clothes and a little stand out (from the crowd). Although, who do I want to deceive?.. I  wanted to stand out a lot.

I don’t know if it worked, but I tried.

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his rarely-silent wife

-You are quiet today,- said my husband at dinner.

Quiet? Really?

I was happy when I got home, I’m always happy when I get home.

While I was fixing the dinner, Daniel lit a fire in the fireplace. He talked about the news and how his day had gone.

We were having dinner, and I could feel my face turning pink. The skin began to breathe after wearing the mask for a whole day.

At the same time, the energy was draining away, and the fatigue was slowly accumulating.

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Post of pride

” I probably did something right in my life, ” I thought after reading a short post on my son’s Instagram, the eldest son.

My eldest son’s name is Slava (full name Vyacheslav). He has my face, as Daniel said,  short stature, and medium build. Slava is like me, but he is smarter, braver, and more purposeful. Maybe he’s more pragmatic. He is able to adapt to the surrounding reality and survive in our imperfect world. He liked animals, especially dogs. 

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about old times and vehicles

inspired by a conversation with my son

Have you ever driven a car with the steering wheel on the right side? In the US?

There are 76 countries with left-hand traffic (that is, with the steering wheel on the right side of the car). and America is not one of them.

My friend Marina and old-old car
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Lovely Saturday

How much wine do you need to loosen your tongue?

I just need to smell the cork. Americans call it a cheap date.

I had a glass of wine tonight. I had more than one reason. 

My tongue is loose, and there is no one to talk to.

My husband is at work. On Saturday. Welcome to the American dream: a 6-day work week.

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7 years in the US

And here it comes – October 20. 7 years ago, on this day, I crossed the US border. 3 planes, 36 hours on the way, and I’m on the opposite side of the globe. The time difference with Tomsk is 11 hours in summer and 12 hours in winter.

You know what question I was asked most often (well, besides “Where are you from?”) – “How do you like it here?”

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Last night rain

Last night rain washed away the city’s dust and dried drops of fog from my car. It left only traces of the Crackle’s nose on the inside of the rear windows.

Last night rain, as usual, came with the wind. A couple of times its gusts made me think WOW! and run to the window to check if the fence was in place. Yep, it happened once that the fence was lying in the place where it should have stood.

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When a quantity does matter

…five-thirty in the morning, the first half cup of coffee, I scroll the FB on the phone and see a friend request from a man from Indonesia. He has 3 posts-photos: he, he and a woman in a headscarf, he and a woman in a headscarf with a child in her arms. Not a word in Russian, and only the name of the place of work in English. And … 1284 friends! 1284! I stare at the phone in surprise: how did he “make” so many friends, and most importantly, why?

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Hello Autumn

Hello autumn! I missed you.

-What are you knitting?- Daniel asked

-I want to knit a sweater, – I answered

-Why do you need a sweater now? After all, the day after tomorrow summer-perplexed (however, as usual)  my husband

-Well, it‘s cold in the library in the summer because of the AC, so I’m preparing for the summer, – I

I lied. In fact, I start to miss autumn in the spring.

I don’t get along with summer. It’s true. Since childhood.

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