The end of the January

The end of the most festive month of the year,the end of January.
There is no other month for Ukrainians to celebrate so long.

The end of the january

As you guessed, I’m in Ukraine.

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I arrived at the beginning of the month to spend Christmas with my old parents.
I’ve been arriving for several years for this holiday and the opportunity to be around my parents.

There is no greater good and pleasure, like being a little little girl in a middle-aged.

I would like to say a little about the country(Ukraine) itself and my impressions.
Not easy for Ukraine now.
Very difficult time. A lot of unemployed, a lot of poor. There is no medicine and no help for the elderly. They are restored, but very slowly. Of course, expensive food and the necessary things.

Like anyone who believes in the best, I believe that this will change.
But for the age of my parents this will not happen
.

I visited the Carpathians, just like six months ago.
I come to grief to enjoy all the beauty of nature and clean air. But most of all I enjoy the purity of the souls of the people living there.
In the village where I lived, the doors do not close at night.
And there is no crime.

In Kiev, as in the capital, it is much more difficult to live.


Now I’m completely engrossed in work and contracts with sponsors for the development of the film.

The end of the_January
I was lucky. I found people who believed in me and helped me.
Tomorrow an important meeting will be held with people about whom the film will be about.
I’m worried. I have to prove to them that my robot is necessary to them and interesting.
That I need their help and support.

The sweep and fear seize me.
It is always, before a new beginning.
Two feelings:no strength and no fear.
And then, as I’m fooling around, I accelerate and start working.

Such a mixed month full of vanity and tranquility, holidays and work, uncertainty and firmness
Incredibly productive month.

I feel that it is tender, now disobedient, now broken, then concentrated, then powerless….
It’s ok, everything will be all right!
The main thing is that I love everything I do
……

The -end of theJanuary

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Translation errors

We in life often live, talk and think in one language, but write, respond, translate in another language.
It happens with  many people get into our age of globalization.

Today I will tell you about several funny cases from the world where I live……………….

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I walked in the park with my chihuahua dog. It’s a tiny dog that has a very short hair……

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We walked with my dog. My dog is on a leash. A woman with a poodle comes up and asks me
                                               – Your dog is shedding?
 I did not understand,  I understand thought shading (multiplying, has sex with other dogs)

 

,,Well, there is a poodle. And I have chihuahua,,-(I thought to myself)
I answer:

                                          -No

She ask again:
                                          -Does your dog molt?
I thought:,, She insists so much…….why?Here …..in park…..where I’m walk….. she is stuck…..

I answer:
                                            -My dog has sex only with chihuahua….
She already makes her eyes surprised and runs away.
I remembered her word. I went home and looked for a word in the dictionary. For a long time I laughed, remembering the eyes of a woman killing me and pulling her poodle from me and  my dog

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Another story took place in the Carpathians………….

Story about a word………….KURWA…………..

This word is popular in Poland. It means swearing…..(in translation)

This word can mean ,,a prostitute,,…..(in translation)

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I rested at the resort. One day two men from Poland came and asked to show where is good restaurant  to eat and where is interesting places in that city.

I agreed to show them…….
We walked along the road…….
They were smiling me, were interested in me.
They talked among themselves in Polish.
I do not know Polish, except one word, well, two, maybe three.
So, they talked. Smiled, looked at me, again smiled.
Of their words, I understood only one word, and this was…..hahaha….it was …KURWA…

I brought them to the restaurant, and left.
I come to my friends and talk about the Polish men.
-They abused me. Smiled and told me the word     KURWA……….

My friends told:
-So can they be with each other, can their dialect be like that?

But I insisted on my:
-I thought they offended me, like a woman …

 

 

Of course this is all jokes and comic stories……….

 

 

This winter, I travel a lot again.
Winter was very serious…..very cold…..

Remains a little time, and this cold winter will pass away.

 

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I’m already preparing ….
In my soul and in my dreams I already had a snowman on the sea……hahaha ….like in picture….

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I wish you a good mood and see you !!!

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