He did it. Misha got married. Took that post-evil-teen aged devoushka down to the Wedding Palace and did it. My friend told me only a couple of his male friends showed up and no one was there from her family. Who knows where she is from?
I am recovering well. I have purchased some wonderful new fall shoes at a store near Kreshatik Metro. Polnie Fashion. I also splurged on some earrings, plenty of bath toiletries as well as new make up. I bought a new fall coat and am looking at heavier coats. I picked up a few things at Grand Gallery as well. This month I am dedicated to making myself feel great.
I met Masha and Zhenia at Coffee House and we discussed ways for me to get over Misha.
I am on my way to being better and I promise to update my blog more regularly and try to get some photos of devoushki on Kreshatik.
Showing posts with label Dear Padrooga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear Padrooga. Show all posts
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Dear Padrooga,
I am officially back in Kyiv!
I spent most of September in Yalta with my mother and it was wonderful. I love the fresh air there. I felt invigorated and ready to take on life. Zhenya and I were on the phone to each other constantly and Misha also called frequently.
I returned home to Kyiv and Misha gave me the shock of my life. He is getting married to a twenty year old girl that I don't even know! Now we know why he has been moody with me for the past few months. Darling the shock of it all shook my system so much that my mother packed me off to England to stay with my Aunt. I had to get out of Kyiv. I had no idea he was even meeting with another girl! He gave no indication at all. Suddenly he is just engaged and says he will be married soon. He doesn't know the date and appears to be absolutely unconcerned whether it will even happen or not.
And the most shocking part of the whole thing is he still wants to keep seeing me. Never made an attempt to introduce me or talked about introducing me to this post-evil teenage devoushka and then tells me it will be completely normal for us to continue meeting like we always have in the past! I told him to go to H*&% and have not called him since!
This has really shocked me down to my stilettos and I really am having a hard time being a cool devoushka. Please send advice.
Love,
Elena
I spent most of September in Yalta with my mother and it was wonderful. I love the fresh air there. I felt invigorated and ready to take on life. Zhenya and I were on the phone to each other constantly and Misha also called frequently.
I returned home to Kyiv and Misha gave me the shock of my life. He is getting married to a twenty year old girl that I don't even know! Now we know why he has been moody with me for the past few months. Darling the shock of it all shook my system so much that my mother packed me off to England to stay with my Aunt. I had to get out of Kyiv. I had no idea he was even meeting with another girl! He gave no indication at all. Suddenly he is just engaged and says he will be married soon. He doesn't know the date and appears to be absolutely unconcerned whether it will even happen or not.
And the most shocking part of the whole thing is he still wants to keep seeing me. Never made an attempt to introduce me or talked about introducing me to this post-evil teenage devoushka and then tells me it will be completely normal for us to continue meeting like we always have in the past! I told him to go to H*&% and have not called him since!
This has really shocked me down to my stilettos and I really am having a hard time being a cool devoushka. Please send advice.
Love,
Elena
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Dear Padrooga,
I am packing my bags and will be off to Yalta tomorrow with Mama. I have to say that I don't want to go! I don't want to go to Yalta! What is WRONG with me? I can't breath a word to Mama that I would rather stay in Kyiv and spend time with Zhenya. She will be very upset.
Zhenya got us a special mobile phone package and we can call each other for free now. In Kyiv that's serious business. Now we are calling each other every day and ask each other things that would be very banal to anyone else.
When I told Misha I changed my mobile phone number he had a fit. I think he suspects something is up. He is brooding now.
I am loosing my cool devoushka edge and falling in love. Send advice quick!
Love,
Elena
Zhenya got us a special mobile phone package and we can call each other for free now. In Kyiv that's serious business. Now we are calling each other every day and ask each other things that would be very banal to anyone else.
When I told Misha I changed my mobile phone number he had a fit. I think he suspects something is up. He is brooding now.
I am loosing my cool devoushka edge and falling in love. Send advice quick!
Love,
Elena
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Dear Padrooga,
Well I finally was able to buy my new mobile phone! Zhenya came back from the Crimea and went straight from the train to his work so he was no help in the area of helping me pick one out. I only knew that I had a price, a need for a photo camera in it and a color......pink.
I stomped in my stilettos to several different places and had several young men with light fuzz on their upper lip try to explain to me what was the best for my price range and finally made a decision.
I left the store and headed immediately for Maidan to hunt down some devoushki. As I left the metro I found three Mach 12 devoushki standing together. Perfect specimens for my readers! As I fumbled in my purse, they began to walk away. Let me tell you, I was loosing my devoushka cool trying to get my mobilka out of my purse while following them and trying to keep the attitude. I immediately realized that it is really going to be a challenge to get photos of these creatures as since I am one myself, I felt rather idiotic trying to follow them and take photos. I fell into their trail of men that were looking at their bare assets and found that none of them were paying any attention to me whatsoever!
The devoushki headed into a store with the flock of men following them before I could get the phone started and figure out how to use the camera.
My next attempt was at the metro platform. It was a bit dark but there was another lovely specimen. Not exactly a real Mach 12, this one was a trashy devoushka. She had black, laced leggings and a tight top with a shiny gold belt. A rather too wondery wonder bra pushing up some ample cleavage but her crowning glory was her hair. A long, thick fall of platinum white hair that was so fake you could spot the plastic chemicals in it from a far distance.
Again, a stumble with the purse, panic at being caught making a photo of another devoushka. (Would people think I wanted to copy her style or something? No way!) I tried, I really did. She walked in the train and I took a photo. When I looked at the image, a large babushka dressed in black had moved in front of her. Failed again!
I was a bit disheartened but realized that I will need to practice making photos in the name of devoushka journalism.
I stomped in my stilettos to several different places and had several young men with light fuzz on their upper lip try to explain to me what was the best for my price range and finally made a decision.
I left the store and headed immediately for Maidan to hunt down some devoushki. As I left the metro I found three Mach 12 devoushki standing together. Perfect specimens for my readers! As I fumbled in my purse, they began to walk away. Let me tell you, I was loosing my devoushka cool trying to get my mobilka out of my purse while following them and trying to keep the attitude. I immediately realized that it is really going to be a challenge to get photos of these creatures as since I am one myself, I felt rather idiotic trying to follow them and take photos. I fell into their trail of men that were looking at their bare assets and found that none of them were paying any attention to me whatsoever!
The devoushki headed into a store with the flock of men following them before I could get the phone started and figure out how to use the camera.
My next attempt was at the metro platform. It was a bit dark but there was another lovely specimen. Not exactly a real Mach 12, this one was a trashy devoushka. She had black, laced leggings and a tight top with a shiny gold belt. A rather too wondery wonder bra pushing up some ample cleavage but her crowning glory was her hair. A long, thick fall of platinum white hair that was so fake you could spot the plastic chemicals in it from a far distance.
Again, a stumble with the purse, panic at being caught making a photo of another devoushka. (Would people think I wanted to copy her style or something? No way!) I tried, I really did. She walked in the train and I took a photo. When I looked at the image, a large babushka dressed in black had moved in front of her. Failed again!
I was a bit disheartened but realized that I will need to practice making photos in the name of devoushka journalism.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Dear Padrooga,
Darling this blog is going to be a lot of work! I miss you and am grateful for the time you took in mentoring me so that I would become a REAL devoushka and not some wanna be devoushka. I am trying to share this knowledge to the world so that they understand who we are.
Zhenya is off to Crimea for a vacation. I know he works hard all year and deserves this time of fun and sun but I am very jealous and sad that he left me here in the sweltering city. It is nearly 40C here and the pavement is melting. I have to be careful my stilettos don't stick in the pavement when it gets this hot. I called him and he told me that if I want to go swimming, I have the Dnieper! He is going to be sorry when I take my vacation in Yalta next month! I will not call him except to tell him about the marvelous time I will be having. I will tell him to go swim in the Dnieper.
I am miserable without him and I am afraid I am lovesick. Not even the thought of seeing Misha cheers me up.
Kisses,
Elena
Zhenya is off to Crimea for a vacation. I know he works hard all year and deserves this time of fun and sun but I am very jealous and sad that he left me here in the sweltering city. It is nearly 40C here and the pavement is melting. I have to be careful my stilettos don't stick in the pavement when it gets this hot. I called him and he told me that if I want to go swimming, I have the Dnieper! He is going to be sorry when I take my vacation in Yalta next month! I will not call him except to tell him about the marvelous time I will be having. I will tell him to go swim in the Dnieper.
I am miserable without him and I am afraid I am lovesick. Not even the thought of seeing Misha cheers me up.
Kisses,
Elena
Friday, July 13, 2007
Letters To My Friend
Dear Padrooga,
Aunt Mila has been visiting us. She is doing well and sends her love. Yesterday I helped clean out her closet in our flat where she keeps some of her clothes when she comes to visit Kyiv. She wanted to throw out a pair of red stiletto boots! Can you imagine? I convinced her to keep them. You never know when you need a pair of red stiletto boots!
Misha came over later and was quite tame after his demanding to come over the night before. When rain clouds threatened the sky, he got nervous and said he needed to go as he had no umbrella. I think he wanted to go home and call that Nastya. She called him on his mobile when he was with me and I could hear her whining to him. He told her he was with me and to call back later. I'm sure she is fuming.
Ce la vie!
Kisses,
Elena
Aunt Mila has been visiting us. She is doing well and sends her love. Yesterday I helped clean out her closet in our flat where she keeps some of her clothes when she comes to visit Kyiv. She wanted to throw out a pair of red stiletto boots! Can you imagine? I convinced her to keep them. You never know when you need a pair of red stiletto boots!
Misha came over later and was quite tame after his demanding to come over the night before. When rain clouds threatened the sky, he got nervous and said he needed to go as he had no umbrella. I think he wanted to go home and call that Nastya. She called him on his mobile when he was with me and I could hear her whining to him. He told her he was with me and to call back later. I'm sure she is fuming.
Ce la vie!
Kisses,
Elena
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Letters To My Friend
Dearest Padrooga,
I apologize for the long time that has passed since I have last written you. I promise that I will write more often and I've started this blog just so you can read my letters to you and keep up with my life in Kyiv. Life has changed so much here and I just don't want you to feel left out.
My new job as a fashion stylist is going well. I love working with my new boss. His name is John and he is British. Everyone is very jealous of me now. He is tall, dark and handsome and has a foreign passport to boot. I unfortunately have no desire to make my way to London at this time and consider him just a boss. I am way too involved with Yuri and Misha to even consider adding another man to my list. They are both enough for me at this time.
I do have to say that working with a foreign boss has it's benefits. Both Yuri and Misha have become more protective and breath out fire and sparks when I mention him in conversations. Only today Misha called and when I told him I was in a meeting with John he demanded to know what time I was going to bed and told me he would be over to visit me after he got off work. Like I would let him in my flat after 9:30pm with my neighbor practically living on the landing watching everyone come and go all the time! He's a tease!
Kisses,
Elena
I apologize for the long time that has passed since I have last written you. I promise that I will write more often and I've started this blog just so you can read my letters to you and keep up with my life in Kyiv. Life has changed so much here and I just don't want you to feel left out.
My new job as a fashion stylist is going well. I love working with my new boss. His name is John and he is British. Everyone is very jealous of me now. He is tall, dark and handsome and has a foreign passport to boot. I unfortunately have no desire to make my way to London at this time and consider him just a boss. I am way too involved with Yuri and Misha to even consider adding another man to my list. They are both enough for me at this time.
I do have to say that working with a foreign boss has it's benefits. Both Yuri and Misha have become more protective and breath out fire and sparks when I mention him in conversations. Only today Misha called and when I told him I was in a meeting with John he demanded to know what time I was going to bed and told me he would be over to visit me after he got off work. Like I would let him in my flat after 9:30pm with my neighbor practically living on the landing watching everyone come and go all the time! He's a tease!
Kisses,
Elena
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