Well, the day has finally come. My partner in crime/best roommate in the whole entire world has moved out and is currently sitting in Sheremetevo waiting for his flight to take off. The new guy doesn't move in for another couple of weeks, so I'll try not to just mope around the apartment until then.
After spending the entire day eating (cake and spaghetti for bfast after unsuccessfully trying to get McDonald's, then Vietnamese pho, then more cake...and all before 4pm), watching videos, and hanging out together, Uliana and I walked Chien to the bus stop with his luggage and saw him off. Then we tried not to cry but failed as I walked Uliana to the metro.
And here's where I'd like to take a moment to describe the incredibly warm and caring nature I see in the Russian people on a daily basis. Not quite ready to head back to my now empty apartment, and also not able to pull it together, I sat on a bench on the way home and cried. I didn't want anything, and I didn't know what to do, so that was my temporary way of dealing with it. Luckily, no one paid me any mind and just kept on their ways - until a guy stopped, turned to me, and asked why my eyes were red, and what I was crying for. He asked me what was wrong, who had offended me, and how he could help before sitting down, lighting a cigarette, and introducing himself. His name was Denis, and he said that he's a local hooligan and doesn't like to see girls crying, so he wants to help if he can. After I explained why I was crying and assured him that no one needed a talking to, he told me that if I didn't cry everything would be ok. And also that its simply no good, my eyes were all red and my mascara was running. Which was true. He told me that Russians are good people, but also not to trust anyone, and taught me the phrase не верь, не бойся, не проси (which I'm assuming is from this song). Once I was satisfactorily calmed down and he'd finished his cigarette, he got up, reminded me not to cry, and left.
Well, after that I just laughed, took a few deep breaths, and headed back home. One of the many reasons I love Russia/Russians is that little things like this happen all the time. Maybe it's partially because I'm young and a girl, but complete strangers are constantly helping or comforting me in some way, even before they realize I'm foreign. It's so difficult to describe, but it's what has made me fall deeper in love with Russia.
PS I know I still need to recount my Siberian adventures, but today is just not the day. But it will happen.
After spending the entire day eating (cake and spaghetti for bfast after unsuccessfully trying to get McDonald's, then Vietnamese pho, then more cake...and all before 4pm), watching videos, and hanging out together, Uliana and I walked Chien to the bus stop with his luggage and saw him off. Then we tried not to cry but failed as I walked Uliana to the metro.
And here's where I'd like to take a moment to describe the incredibly warm and caring nature I see in the Russian people on a daily basis. Not quite ready to head back to my now empty apartment, and also not able to pull it together, I sat on a bench on the way home and cried. I didn't want anything, and I didn't know what to do, so that was my temporary way of dealing with it. Luckily, no one paid me any mind and just kept on their ways - until a guy stopped, turned to me, and asked why my eyes were red, and what I was crying for. He asked me what was wrong, who had offended me, and how he could help before sitting down, lighting a cigarette, and introducing himself. His name was Denis, and he said that he's a local hooligan and doesn't like to see girls crying, so he wants to help if he can. After I explained why I was crying and assured him that no one needed a talking to, he told me that if I didn't cry everything would be ok. And also that its simply no good, my eyes were all red and my mascara was running. Which was true. He told me that Russians are good people, but also not to trust anyone, and taught me the phrase не верь, не бойся, не проси (which I'm assuming is from this song). Once I was satisfactorily calmed down and he'd finished his cigarette, he got up, reminded me not to cry, and left.
Well, after that I just laughed, took a few deep breaths, and headed back home. One of the many reasons I love Russia/Russians is that little things like this happen all the time. Maybe it's partially because I'm young and a girl, but complete strangers are constantly helping or comforting me in some way, even before they realize I'm foreign. It's so difficult to describe, but it's what has made me fall deeper in love with Russia.
PS I know I still need to recount my Siberian adventures, but today is just not the day. But it will happen.
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