So Valentina just came home talking about how she needs to
buy a car because obviously she wants to take me and Clara places. I thought
this was slightly weird because Petrozavodsk is so small that you can walk most
places without too much effort. This was made even more confusing by the fact
that she was saying the car she’d been looking at for ages and paid for was too
big. Fair enough, maybe she only has a small parking space. But no, she meant
to big for the kitchen. Out comes the 50cm ruler and she’s measuring the door
from the hall to the lounge and the lounge to the kitchen. I was like, well
yeah I guess this машина won’t exactly fit in the kitchen; cars are quite big.
Plus how would you get it up to the 4
th floor. Then she was
measuring a scarf with the ruler and the scarf was also too big for the
kitchen. I dunno, maybe she wanted to hang the scarf in the doorway, so I
helped her measure this scarf and alas it was too long for her usage.
Turns out I was concentrating so much on the машина that I
wasn’t really listening to the words she was using around it and she was
talking about a washing machine for our clothes. Makes much more sense that it
wouldn’t fit in the kitchen. So her daughter is looking in the shops to find
her a good, cheap washing machine. German of course, because appaz they make
everything the best.
In my defence I was speaking French with Clara last night
for a solid hour and a half so all my потому чтоs are coming out as parce ques.
It’s a mare. And also quite disheartening that my French, which I haven’t
studied for 2 and a half years since a-level is ten-fold better than my
Russian. On the plus I’m basically getting a double education for the price of
one!
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