“Страшные” истории про Америку. Смородина.

В нашу первую весну вместе мы с Дэном занялись посадкой сада-огорода. Мы купили яблоню и кусты черники. Ежевика была уже посажена к моему приезду. Я ждала с нетерпением, когда же поспеют ягоды на этих кустах. Никогда в жизни не ела ежевики, да и черника, растущая на кусте, была в диковинку. 

Но время летит незаметно. Через пару лет я привыкла к наличию этих ягод на огороде и начала скучать по смородине. Казалось бы, чего проще – купи куст и посади у себя на участке. Но в местных теплицах смородины не было в наличии. Я скажу больше, очень мало американцев знают, что это такое. 

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Freedom and forced freedom

In the light of recent events, more and more people are facing restrictions on their freedom (freedom of movement mostly).

Presently I’m  experiencing the  freedom from work (staying at home). It started yesterday, and nobody knows how long it will last. But I have a freedom of choices: I can communicate with my husband (before he leaves for work), exercise, read, clean my house, knit, cook, go for a walk with a dog or alone, just don’t go to public places and meet with friends in person.

Can we call it freedom though? There is no correct answer, everyone decides for him(her)self.

“I am not going to worry about things I can’t control”,  I hear that from my husband every now and then. It always calms me down. Right now I only need to accept the situation and enjoy this forced freedom from work.

But what do you think about freedom in general? What is freedom  for you? Are you free?

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Заблудившаяся в Бостоне

Гуляла вчера по Бостону и думала, это Дэн во всем виноват. Он разбудил во мне лягушку – путешественницу. И теперь периодически меня куда-то несет.  Моя мама в таких случаях говорила: “Домовой тебя не любит”.

Я очень люблю Бостон. Езжу туда чаще всего спонтанно и поэтому в одиночестве. Здорово, когда нет конкретного повода, когда просто садишься в автобус, едешь, гуляешь в толпе людей и притворяешься туристом, а потом возвращаешься домой. 

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Lost in Boston

I was walking around Boston yesterday and I thought it was all Dan’s “fault”. He awakened the frog-traveler in me. And now I periodically need to go somewhere.  My mother used to say, ” the Domovoy (literally “Household Lord”) doesn’t like you.”

I love Boston. I go there most often spontaneously and therefore alone. It’s great when there is no specific reason, when you just get on the bus, arrive somewhere, walk in a crowd of people and pretend to be a tourist, and then return home.

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Атлантический океан

Выложила фотку океана в соцсетях, подписала “Волшебно”. Получила вопрос: “А на что хоть похоже?”. Попытаюсь объяснить.

Представьте себе тетку (ну как тетку, женщину за 40, стройную, приятную, даже симпатичную), которая ни разу в жизни не покидала Сибирь, не ездила в Турцию и на Кипр, и даже не летала на самолете.

И тут ни много ни мало, а целый ОКЕАН! Морские водоросли на берегу, наглые чайки размером с курицу, запах соленой рыбы, волны, ветер, шум прибоя и вода до самого горизонта. 

Смотришь и понимаешь, что это неуправляемо человеком – это СТИХИЯ!

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My life is a steeplechase

Today I drank coffee in the morning and thought of my life. Yesterday once again there was this feeling. I don’t like it; I try not to even think about it. But it comes. It comes with understanding, that I’m a stranger here.

It happens although I try hard to get accustomed. I try to quickly master the American lifestyle, traditions, everyday life, communication, culture. I’m in a hurry to understand everything that Americans learn throughout their lives. I try to learn everything the sooner the better.

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Old friends I keep

 Dedicated to friends 

Many years ago in Russia, people did not go to see psychologists. Women met in the kitchens and men in garages. It was there among friends they could share their grief, hear words of support, and maybe advice.

Who chooses friends for us? Universe, circumstances, fate? 

Maybe it’s all together?

There were three friends (female). They were close in age, married, had two children, lived in the same neighborhood.They walked with the children in the same Playground. And in bad weather days they met in the kitchen. They were similar but had different views on life, hobbies and interests..

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My Autumn in photos

I was born on a beautiful May morning. But my favorite time of year is charming Autumn.

It started when I was a child. Unlike other children I waited for September 1 and the beginning of the academic year. 

 Over the years, my love to Autumn only intensified. I consider it the most beautiful and comfortable time of the year.

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My Cozy Morning

5:30 in the morning. I am taking a dog for a walk.

 There are a few reasons for such an early walk:

  1. In dark you don’t meet too many owners taking their dogs for a walk. So Crackle wouldn’t go crazy and bark.

2. In the evenings I may be tired for a walk.

3. “The demons don’t like fresh air”, David Sedaris. It’s a good time to make my thoughts clear. 

So, 5:30 am  – dark, quiet, not  warm. 

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