Fluffy I have a new cat in my house. His name is Fluffy. A person who gave him this name had specific sense of humor, probably. Fluffy was mistreated by his previous owners and I begged them to give me this cat, so I could make his short life happier. I should mention that I had a cat before. It is a nice bald girl who is more similar to a chimera (if you know Greek mythology) than to a cat. And I hoped that they, like brothers in misfortune, will be friends, but I was wrong. In the beginning, my bald girl smelled the new bald creature and tried to carefully touch him with her paw; but then, when she realized that he will live here and eat her food, she decided that we betrayed her. She stopped "talking" to us, she didn't climb up and lay on our laps. It took us much time to make her be a good gentle cat like before. And, anyway, she still doesn't like Fluffy. We see that she only bears him, but if he approaches her and tries to lick her ear she turns around rapidly and Fluffy gets a new scratch on his long-suffering fat body. As you can see in the picture, Fluffy really is not a slim cat. He gains fat very quickly despite the fact that we try to feed him less. He literally lives near his food cups in the kitchen. He goes to other rooms only to sleep and crap. He becomes like a soft fat ball with thin legs. So, we started calling him Fatty instead of Fluffy.) And it seems he likes this name more!

Do you love Turkish TV serials? Do you love Turkish TV serials like I do? Honestly, I like only two Turkish TV serials. One of them is based on a real story. It is about the Great Turkish Sultan who married a Russian concubine Roxolana. We can argue about what the truth is and what a lie is in that story, but the movie was very beautiful and exciting. They even built the authentic buildings and palaces of 15 century specially for this movie. The second TV serial is about love and life of a young Turkish woman in 19 century. As a woman I like the type of movies that we call “pink snot”. And although this movie had too much “pink snot”, in my opinion, I was so exciting about it that I watched this serial several nights in a row. I am aware of why I was so fascinated with this serial. The fact is that the main actor and my father in his youth are as like as two peas in a pod. That's why he seems to me the most handsome man in the world, although I realize he is not. And the main actress is so beautiful that I want to cry when I look at myself in a mirror. These actors are in the picture.)

My husband is an elephant My husband is an elephant. He eats as much as an elephant; he sleeps as long as an elephant and he weighs like a little elephant. It's very difficult to live with an elephant. Our mattress on the bed has a big dent on his side. I had turned the mattress over but he made a new dent on a new place. Anyway, my biggest problem is cooking. I cook every day several times. His appetite is so huge that I should have a little farm and kill one sheep a day to satisfy his appetite. Also, he is picky enough. He will not eat leftovers. I have to cook right before he wants to eat or at least several hours before eating. After finishing breakfast he asks when we will have lunch. After lunch he asks when he can expect dinner. After dinner he wonders why I feed him like he is a rabbit. And, of course, we have late dinner also. Don't think he doesn't eat between the main meals. He eats nuts or drink tea with something. There is his yesterday's late dinner in the photo. When he saw this food in the big pan he said (at 11:30 pm): "It looks good, but, please, don't go to sleep right now. I would like to eat something like that at 1 am". I wanted to strangle him at once, but I am a Russian wife, so I smiled and said: "Of course, my dear elephant, I will cook". Anyway, sometimes I think it’s easier to kill him than feed like that.

How much Jewish blood do you have? I heard this story from my father. My father heard it from his father. My great grandfather had been to Persia (it was the territory of modern Israel). It was a religious journey - a hajj to Mecca. He had been living there for 7 years in the village named Isfahan before he came back home. He was a Muslim and he could have 4 wives. He brought with him the second wife from Persia. She was Jew. All his kids from all of his wives grew up together; and nobody was bothered with which kid was from which wife. When my great grandfather came back from Isfahan people started to call him Asfagan (it's a Russian transcription of Isfahan). Then Asfagan became his surname and all of kids got that surname as well. "How much Jewish blood do you have?" - People asked me always because of my surname. I really don't know. Every time I just admitted I was Jew without disputes. It was easier than tell them this story.

Paranoia. My friend is afraid of everything. Especially he is afraid of my car. He is a big and strong man, but behaves like a chicken. When I come to him and we need to go to somewhere, I call him and say: "I am here, come down." He leaves his house and when he sees my car (I am waiting for him in the car) the true horror are filling his eyes. He turns around and runs away from my car to the other side. I am driving after him very slowly; I am afraid he can die of heart attack if he turns around and sees my car near him. He runs away like deer and tries to hide behind trash cans. I stop the car and try to convince him that I don't want to do something bad to him. I see his eyes filled up with tears. I get out from the car and show him that I don't have either a gun or a knife. He stops to tremble as a rabbit, and then he calms down gradually. He gets into the car, stares at me with the scared eyes and says: "Don't try to kill me anymore. Anyway I can hide myself from you." I look at him with the sad eyes and tell him:" Of course, relax, we will find a doctor for you. We have to cope with your paranoia somehow." In fact I have no idea how to help him. Doctors are powerless in his case.

Boyfriend for his daughter. I couldn't pass by this picture. The point is that I have an adult 17 year old daughter and my husband is very similar to the man in the picture. One day my husband sent this picture to my daughter and he wrote: "You should show it to everyone who will pretend to be your boyfriend. Warn him, it's not a joke, all of written here I will do. God bless your boyfriend." There is a translation of what is written on the t-shirt: "Rules for everyone who wants to date my daughter: 1. Get a job. 2. Understand I don't like you. 3. I am everywhere. 4.You hurt her - I hurt you. 5. Drive her back home 30 minutes earlier. 6. Hire a lawyer. 7. If you lie to me - I'll find out. 8. She is my princess. 9. I don't mind going back to jail. 10. Everything you do to her I will do to you." When I finished this translation I found the same t-shirts in English on the Internet. It's called "10 Rules for Dating my Daughter" and I have no doubt that it came from America (not from Russia to America). Because we don't have practice to hire a lawyer. "Get a lawyer" sounds very funny in Russian because, likely, my husband will need help from a lawyer (not a boyfriend). I am afraid a boyfriend may go to a hospital if he'll do something wrong.

I like cookies. I like all kinds of cookies. I like cookies so much that I eat them every day. I buy a pack of cookies at the supermarket on the first floor of our building and I eat it for a day. I drink tea 5 times a day at work and eat my favorite food - cookies! More correctly to say I ate them until my teacher said to me: You will be similar to a fat raccoon very soon. He is an ardent fan of healthy food. This prediction scared me to death and I decided to change my food habits. I don't buy cookies anymore! I buy candy! Chocolate candy is not as tasty as cookies. I am gagging, crying but eating candy instead cookies because my teacher refused to let me eat cookies. I go to the supermarket and my hand stretches to cookies, but I strongly decided to eat only candy. It's strange, but I am not becoming more slim. I suspect I do something wrong. I should ask my teacher again. Maybe candy should be replaced by cakes?

Taxi. Several years ago I didn't have a car and had to move by taxi. It was a terrible period in my life. I took a taxi at least twice a day - to get work in the mornings and get home after work. In Russia you never know what technical condition of a taxi you can expect. It may be a car that will break down in the middle of your ride. Once, I waited for a taxi after work as usual. A taxi company called me and a nice girl told me that a taxi was waiting for me. When she said that it was "Lada" the fifth model I almost fainted. What? "Lada" the fifth model? It was a good car for 50s of the last century but what was it still doing here, in the taxi company? I had no time to wait for another car, so I came down to the car. It met all my expectations. It was a very old and rusty car. I got into the car carefully. A happy driver, seeing my concern, said me: "Don't worry, everything will be okay" and pressed the gas pedal and then he stopped. At that moment two stereo speakers fall on my head from the back shelf. The driver cried: "Sorry,sorry, I will fix it right now." I decided to stay in the car and tried to get home one time else. But when he pressed the gas again, the back seat just fell apart under me. The back seat was so old that fell apart into two parts and I found myself out on the car floor. It was the last drop. I jumped out of the car and decided to wait for my husband who promised pick me up from work in an hour.

Feline friendship. My mother has two cats, which live with her on her dacha (a house with land outside a city). The cats are lazy, big and fat. We call one of them - Beautiful, and the other one - Smart. The first one is Beautiful because she looks like a cat from a cat food advertising (of course, a bit fatter). The second one demonstrates the intellect level of a three year old kid: she always desperately runs to her toilet in the house through all lawns, jumping over bushes to be at the toilet in time; and she always tries to join to human's conversations. When she hears that two ore more people are talking, she feels a need to come and join. She comes to you and starts meowing with different expressions and turns her head from one to another person, depending on who asks a question. You get a full impression that she does it intelligently and she understands your question. These cats can't stand each other because they always fights. I thought so before one case happened. Once Beautiful was ill and needed injections. Probably, a nurse made an injection bad, maybe she got to a cat's bone and Beautiful started squealing as if the nurse was trying to kill her. Smart was at the place in two seconds, she attacked the nurse and tore her a tuft of hair. Then she covered Beautiful with her own body and hissed like a crazy snake. The nurse was in shock and I thought at that moment: I want to have such a brave and selfless friend as well. Smart - in the photo).