How to find and lose a friend in 1 day? The mission is possible!

In short – accept a friend request and refuse the services from that “new friend”.

The story:

One recent morning, I got a friend request (on FB) from a lady named Tatjana. 

I like an expression that I learned here: “Sorry, I am not sorry”.

The expression from me is “I was surprised, but not surprised.”

Lately, I started getting friend requests often, almost daily. 

And I don’t do anything special: I don’t advertise myself, I don’t sell anything, I don’t write posts. However, sometimes I share photos/posts from Instagram / Telegram.

In general, FB and its younger brother IG are not my favorite platforms.

There is a joke: I like people who like me. They have good taste.

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Как найти и потерять друга  за 1 сутки? Миссия выполнима!

Если коротко: принять дружбу и отказаться от услуг “нового друга”.


Недавно ко мне в друзья на ФБ постучалась одна дама.

В английском есть выражение “Sorry, I am not sorry”. 

Выражение от меня –  “Я удивилась, но не удивилась”. 

В последнее время я иногда получаю по два приглашения (в друзья) в день. 

Причем ничего особенного я не делаю: себя не рекламирую, ничего не продаю, посты не пишу, так иногда делюсь фотками/постами из инстаграм/телеграм. 

Вообще, ФБ с его младшим братом ИГ мои не самые любимые платформы. 

Есть шутка:  Мне нравятся люди, которым я нравлюсь. У них хороший вкус.

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Christmas Eve Thoughts

conversation with the seller:

-Are you Russian?- the seller

-Yes, – I

-I have a Russian sister-in-law. She has the same accent. I don’t understand her sometimes. But her English is pretty good and so is yours.

-Thank you. Tell her … – I tried to tell something nice

-She has a happy life with my brother in Сalifornia…near the ocean..- she couldn’t stop talking

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Don’t bake like me

I baked a cake on Sunday. The weather was inviting, rainy and damp, though warm.

In rainy weather, I want to read, with a cup of tea and a piece of cake or at least a pie.

The choice fell on the Zebra cake. I have loved it since childhood for its simplicity and unsweetened taste. 

You need to mix all the ingredients. Divide the dough into two parts. Add cocoa powder in one of them. Then pour the white and black dough, alternating, into a baking dish. This will give the cake a nice marble look. 

There are two disadvantages in my recipe: there is little sugar and all the ingredients are measured in “faceted glass”.

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Evening notes, 5

The best is yet to come

-I don’t like to tell people that I am from Russia – I. 

-Tell them that you’re from Moldova  – said Elena – Hardly anybody knows where it is.

There are three categories of reaction to the answer: Moldova – she continued:

  1. Moldova? – they honestly don’t know where it is. 🤷‍♀️
  2. A-a, Moldova – they pretend that they DO know.
  3. Oh, yes, yes – Maldivi! 

The world is made of paradoxes*.

At the time when I don’t even want to sound Russian, Steven Seagal says he is Russian, Russia is his home. He got Russian citizenship in 2016. The same year when Serbia too granted its citizenship to him. 

Well, to each his own.

The Moscow Times reports that more than 3.8 million Russians have left the country in the first three months of 2022, according to data from Russia’s Federal Security Service (FSB).

4184 people left the Tomsk region – Tomsk telegram channel “Tomsk 1604” says. 

Unfortunately all my family is still there. They are not as rich and popular as Steven Seagal. And  I worry about them every day. 

I just hope everything will be fine and soon. 

* Paradox is a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement or proposition that when investigated or explained may prove to be well founded or true.

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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Декабрь, белки

В пятницу тысячи американских детей не пошли в школу. Их родители не пустили. А причина всему сошиал медиа, а точнее тик-ток. 

Полицейские совместно с официальными лицами школ по всей стране сообщили родителям о публикациях тик-ток, в которых утверждалось, что в пятницу, 17 декабря, состоится стрельба в школе без указания места. В связи с этим ожидалось большое количество полицейских в школах и вокруг них. 

Меняются времена, меняются способы избежания контрольных. Раньше дети звонили и сообщали о заложенных в школах бомбах, сейчас достаточно завести себе аккаунт на тик-ток. 

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Американские хроники, ноябрь.

Суббота. Вечер. Погода – летающие стулья. А ведь всего пару часов назад (на работе) я думала о том, что надо бы помыть окна…опять…в который раз этой осенью. Но в такую погоду это бессмысленно. 

На самом деле на погоду грех жаловаться: тепло, конечно же дождливо, ветренно, но тепло. Иней видели только два раза. Пока, два раза. 

-Но тепло не только в Нью Бедфорде. Дэниел вычитал в интернете, что таяние вечной мерзлоты вызывает взрывы подземных скоплений природного газа на Ямальском полуострове и других регионах на северо-западе Сибири. Вследствие чего образуются огромные кратеры*. 

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American chronicles, August

pre-hurricane chronicles

Sunday (8/15).

We were returning from grocery shopping. I noticed that the sticker on the windshield had the number 7. I showed it to Daniel.

-This is your inspection sticker, you missed it! – he responded


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