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Я люблю Россию

Яна (Yana) was just a waitress in a burger café in an underground mall near the Lenin Library (Российская государственная библиотека). But she altered my perception of Russia. I took her photo across the café. She looked at me sternly and said ‘Фото?’ (photo?); I said ‘Нет’ (no); She said ‘Да!’ (yes) I said ‘еще один?’ (another one?). I took several more and we chatted, but it was the warmth, the friendliness and the little smile that made me realise Moscow was not a city to be feared but one to love.
The ten days I spent in Russia were the best trip I have ever been on, and that was entirely down to the Russian people. Middle aged men sing to me, they recite poetry and tell me the importance of сказки (fairy tales/folk tales). The women are beautiful, in mind, body and spirit. All of them? Maybe; I haven’t found one yet that isn’t.
I have a friend, a Russian woman, who once I caught dancing alone to a piece of classical music. I have never seen anyone dance with such grace, a physical expression of the Russian soul. I was transfixed. Красота спасёт мир Beauty will save the world, said Dostoevsky.
I’m going to a concert on Sunday evening, by my favourite Russian singer, Zemfira. I have listened to her every day for the last twelve years, but it won’t just be her music that makes me happy, but also the sound of Russian voices all around me.

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    Я люблю Россию

    Яна (Yana) was just a waitress in a burger café in an underground mall near the Lenin Library (Российская государственная библиотека). But she altered my perception of Russia. I took her photo across the café. She looked at me sternly and said ‘Фото?’ (photo?); I said ‘Нет’ (no); She said ‘Да!’ (yes) I said ‘еще один?’ (another one?). I took several more and we chatted, but it was the warmth, the friendliness and the little smile that made me realise Moscow was not a city to be feared but one to love.
    The ten days I spent in Russia were the best trip I have ever been on, and that was entirely down to the Russian people. Middle aged men sing to me, they recite poetry and tell me the importance of сказки (fairy tales/folk tales). The women are beautiful, in mind, body and spirit. All of them? Maybe; I haven’t found one yet that isn’t.
    I have a friend, a Russian woman, who once I caught dancing alone to a piece of classical music. I have never seen anyone dance with such grace, a physical expression of the Russian soul. I was transfixed. Красота спасёт мир Beauty will save the world, said Dostoevsky.
    I’m going to a concert on Sunday evening, by my favourite Russian singer, Zemfira. I have listened to her every day for the last twelve years, but it won’t just be her music that makes me happy, but also the sound of Russian voices all around me.

    Привет, Кевин!

    Как давно мы не общались! Мне кажется, прошло 100 лет!

    Как ты поживаешь? Как твои дети? Я думаю, дочка невеста и красавица!

    А сын вырос тоже и стал богатырём!

    Кевин! Ты геолог по-прежнему? Возможно ты министр уже и зазнался?

    Обнимаю

    Я люблю Россию

    Яна (Yana) was just a waitress in a burger café in an underground mall near the Lenin Library (Российская государственная библиотека). But she altered my perception of Russia. I took her photo across the café. She looked at me sternly and said ‘Фото?’ (photo?); I said ‘Нет’ (no); She said ‘Да!’ (yes) I said ‘еще один?’ (another one?). I took several more and we chatted, but it was the warmth, the friendliness and the little smile that made me realise Moscow was not a city to be feared but one to love.
    The ten days I spent in Russia were the best trip I have ever been on, and that was entirely down to the Russian people. Middle aged men sing to me, they recite poetry and tell me the importance of сказки (fairy tales/folk tales). The women are beautiful, in mind, body and spirit. All of them? Maybe; I haven’t found one yet that isn’t.
    I have a friend, a Russian woman, who once I caught dancing alone to a piece of classical music. I have never seen anyone dance with such grace, a physical expression of the Russian soul. I was transfixed. Красота спасёт мир Beauty will save the world, said Dostoevsky.
    I’m going to a concert on Sunday evening, by my favourite Russian singer, Zemfira. I have listened to her every day for the last twelve years, but it won’t just be her music that makes me happy, but also the sound of Russian voices all around me.

    Кевин! Это отличный рассказ! Я узнала, что ты был в Москве. Это здорово!

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