CHAPTER 4
“ Ciao, principessa!
Christmas is a family day, so, everybody gather at our house at a big table, a lot of food, presents… I’m sending you few pics. They are not so sharp but I hope you’ll get the idea, the atmosphere…
One of the ancient grandmas at the table is about a hundred years old? There is my brother with his wife and kids, my mother and father, my aunt and uncle.
The dish is “ravioli”, very popular in Italy. Do you know?
Tonight nothing so special or incredible, dinner at friends house till midnight then who knows?? We do not have any special agenda for the New Year’s Eve, as in my experience the plans never go as you wish… We try to have fun with a good company, for me: more friends – more relaxation… :)
Try this site www.deezer.com, it is all about music of all kind
Поцелуй на твой нос ”
It was the 31st of December.
On waking up she hungrily ate everything that her eyes caught sight of, fixed a cup of coffee, made herself comfortable and opened the mail to thoroughly enjoy it.
The pictures were blurry and must have been taken by a simple hand-held camera. But they were pathetic with all those present-boxes and children impatiently rushing for the gifts; candles by each plate on the long festively laid table; two old grandmothers with rigorously made for the occasion white-haired curves.
Her letter:
“Good morning!
Thanks for the pictures! I’ve enjoyed much! You have a great family! I love the way you celebrate this holy day.
I have already brought a suitcase of presents to my parents and hid a kilogram of Swiss chocolate in the flat? I’ll tell them later;)
I’ve bought a bottle of wine and going to relish it!!!
Happy New Year! ”
Margot turned on the radio and opened the Zinfandel … The adorable fruity flavor influences her taste sensors producing endorphins, thus a smile.
“Селёдка под шубой” was waiting for its turn in the fridge. She called the mom.
CHAPTER 5
January, 19
Two-metre high snowdrifts, three suitcases… The parents-invalids shocked by the situation, standing stiff with fright on the platform at a railway station of Nizhny Novgorod. Mom is after a stroke, the right half of her body is still uncontrollable: the right foot is curved not able to step, the arm is moving wherever it likes, one eye is dead. Her brains confuse things. Recently they’ve been working on crossword puzzles. Father asks: “A bird with a solid beak?” Mother cries out: “A rabbit!!!”