All this week my nights are devoted to the odd experiment. I'm spending my energy for decreasing the entropy of a large piece of pink silk. As you can guess, it (entropy) gleefully recoups its losses in all other parts of a home. The question is not who will win because a result is known a priori. The question is how did I come to this life.
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I have spent the second half of my motherly life practicing the art of ignorance. To wit: As a 13 year old girl I learned to make clothing, using a tissue pattern. I became good at it. I never took classes nor came near any woman who was capable of making clothing as the witches do - that is by standing and tilting the head this way and that way, looking at a person, saying three or four words in three or four languages and flickering one's fingers and there is a garment. I have seen women do this and I run as though chased by Медвед because the very idea gives me hives. Something else of which I steadfastly maintain my ignorance is the art of canning food.
You might study the art of ignorance. At least try it until Daska moves house...
Also, tell Daska that pink is a colour that robs the wearer of physical strength and mental alertness. Suggest green, yellow or blue. Please do not tell her it was I who told you.
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(And, I'm afraid she may read it herself. She reads English. If you want it, I can screen your comment, but actually I'm sure she will take it easy.)
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You know, when I was 10 or 12 I did want to be cold and elegant and... well... like a real lady, responding to the other world. I think "ignorance" was included there, too. But I realized very soon that it's definitely not my way. I just could not digest all those emotions swirling in... umm... where they used to be swirling. (And I still cannot.) This fact is a cause of my all-life mourning. So, thank you for this advice; I did try to study that art but failed signally.
To say the truth, pink was not Dashka's choice. It was a result of our consensus. She likes only blue and especially hates green; I like green and tolerate blue but I didn't want blue this time just because the last-year gown was that color; so, we took something in between. ;)) Normally, we both wear jeans and T-shirts and it's never a problem to buy what we like.
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How about a brown ball gown? It rhymes anyway... Or denim?
I solved the problem altogether by refusing to attend the damn things. It was all a bunch of hamster twaddle.
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Russian names often have this ending, "-sha": Sasha, Masha, Dasha, Pasha, Glasha etc., and as you can guess "-shka" is merely a little more "hob-a-nob" modification. For Andrey or Sergey or something there are another modifications: Andrjuha, Serjoga etc.
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This I know!!
I read The Brothers Karamazov!!!
And then there is Ovna. That is because females are consigned to have their heads forever in the ovna. I am very educated! :)
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Dashka.
P.S. What about the 'physical strength and mental alertness', thank you, I'm glad I Don't like the PINK color:))
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