Call me Cinderella

Just how eventful do we expect an act of getting a bag with garbage outside to be? You pick up the bag, go outside of your apartment/house, throw it in a garbage can/what ever, come back. That’s all.

Now, what happened to me: my sandal fell apart near the trash can. It was, to be honest, rather old and decrepit, but I expected more decency from it than to leave me with only one sandal near the garbage can. Well, I decided that one sandal is better than no sandals at all, and hopped home under the cover of the night. Sure enough, I didn’t reach safety of home unnoticed – I met people, I met our building owner and, smiling nicely, I tried to explain that one-shoe walks are not my usual mode of operations.

Just call me Cinderella. But no pumpkins, please.

Amazing Adventures of Avrelia F in Moscow. Part IV

You probably will be surprised, but I haven’t forgot to finish my Moscow stories. I just didn’t write it. After so many days I am coming back to the last part of my Moscow visit.

( part IV where Avrelia talks a lot about all kinds of nonsense to conceal the fact that she is weird person with unstable memory and questionable opinions and virtues, who nevertheless loves her husband, family, friends, country, and chocolate )

Wow, I’ve made it!