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Nadezhda
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| Hi! Thank you for having responded to my letter! My name is Nadezhda.
I will be happy to receive your letters and tell you about myself. I would like to say that I really want to get to know each other better. I want to know you more and I will expect more and more letters from you from you. I do not want to lose you! I want to continue our acquaintance. In my life there were not many men, but I hope that with your coming my life will sparkle with new vivid colors! I understand that many people do not treat Russian girls very well, but there are a lot of good people in Russia, and I will prove this to you with our message !!! I m a good woman, and I want us to communicate with each other with kindness and mutual respect. In the next letter, I will tell you more about my life and my preferences. I ll send you my photos so you can see me. I hope you like it! I will wait for a response! Sincerely, Nadezhda! |
| Hello my sweet dear Nadezhda, it was late morning, and I was putting up a fresh pot of coffee when I heard the first meow. It sounded awfully close, as if from inside the apartment instead of the backyard one story down. Then I heard it again, and there was no doubt.
WTF?!! I texted my roommate. You got a cat?! I’d made it clear when she moved in: no pets. “But I want a kitty so bad,� she said a couple weeks later. I suffer from allergies � through spring and summer I have a persistent itch in my nostrils, and the lightest bit of pollen or dander or even a freshly mowed lawn sets off sneezing spells that leave my entire body sore. I was also concerned about the smell. And besides, the landlord forbade pets. It’s a friend’s, Jenny texted back. I’m only taking care of it for a few months. Don’t give me that bullshit, I keyed my reply, then backspaced over it, reconsidering. I have a tendency to overreact, to exacerbate conflict. Instead I went for calm and firm, and maybe slightly paternal. We need to talk. Later that afternoon, in the kitchen between our bedrooms, we talked, leaning on opposite counters. Jenny (not her real name) kept her eyes downcast, and when I told her she was being inconsiderate and disrespectful and this was not the way grown-ups behaved, she said, “I know. I’m sorry.� I’d expected an argument, but her posture was one of submission, as if I was her dad, or a schoolteacher. But I wasn’t her dad, and she was an adult woman, even if I was twice her age. I was left somewhat unsettled. In the end, I told her she could keep the cat, but she better take care of it properly. “Thanks for not being hard on me,� she said, before disappearing back into her room. “I thought you were going to kick me out or something.� That conversation was the longest we’d ever had. We were unlikely roommates, a Craigslist arrangement: I, a near-middle-aged man, several years divorced, with adolescent children of my own. She, a twenty-year-old recent college grad. We were living in Gravesend, an unremarkable neighborhood in a remote part of Brooklyn, where restaurants, bars and coffee shops are scarce, and when the friend I’d been living with moved out, finding a new roommate wasn’t easy. At first, I had a parade of eccentrics, men who seemed to have something to hide, smelling of whiskey, with slurred speech, crooked teeth, telling me about jobs as investment bankers or corporate accountants, claims I found dubious. One man, a flashy young Georgian, took one look at the room and grew alarmingly aggressive as he tried to force his cash deposit into my hand, even after I explained that I wasn’t ready to make a decision just yet. He left just as I was about to call the cops. So when Jenny showed up, I was inclined to like her. She looked like a typical post-college young woman: hair dyed reddish-blond, large earmuff headphones over her ears. She walked with a kind of childish languor, as if it hadn’t fully settled in that she was an adult. Her speech tended to the monosyllabic. I showed her the room. “Sweet,� she said. I showed her the bathroom. “Sweet.� Then she asked what she needed for moving in, and I told her: proof of employment, credit report, rent plus security deposit. “Sweet,� she said. I assumed this meant she had all those things, and at first, it appeared that she did. She told me she worked two jobs, as a clerk in a stationary store in Midtown Manhattan and as an art-school model. Several days later, she brought documents attesting to her claims, and it all seemed to check out. She moved in a couple weeks later, with the help of her dad, whom I found affable in a way that put me further at ease. Some time after she moved in, I met her boyfriend, who seemed about my age. “He’s an artist,� she told me afterward, unsolicited, as if that explained something. I did have some mild concerns. I wondered why she would choose to live here � a part of town where she had no friends or family � and with me, a man twice her age. But I needed a roommate, and for the most part, she matched my criteria: stable enough to pay rent, normal enough not to stab me with a kitchen knife or steal my meager possessions. She wanted to be a writer and filmmaker, she said, and was hoping to get into NYU’s film school for graduate studies. There was something familiar about her, almost bland, like an unremarkable extra who might appear repeatedly in so many movies, which meant she was safe and normal and predictable � exactly what I needed if I was to share my home with a stranger. It was soon after the cat incident that I began to notice she was home more. In fact, she rarely seemed to leave her room. On days I worked from home, I’d hear her throughout the day, in short bursts of action � the turning of the microwave at ten, the fridge opening and closing at eleven, the doorbell with her lunch order at noon. It didn’t bother me; I barely caught glimpses of her. If she’d lost her jobs, it didn’t show so far: She was always on time with rent, and she appeared to have enough money to buy groceries and order in meals. But I wondered, if she wasn’t going to work, how was she supporting herself? One afternoon, a couple weeks after Jenny took in the cat, I heard her voice and then a male voice I did not recognize. It was definitely not her boyfriend, whose voice was high-pitched; this one was deep, almost gruff. I was in my room, working, and I heard someone enter the bathroom, and then the toilet flush, and so I opened my door a crack for a glance. In the hallway, emerging from the bathroom, was a short, squat man, gray-haired with a bald temple. The man disappeared into Jenny’s room across the hall, and I felt a rush in my brain and gave an involuntary gasp. There weren’t too many scenarios for why a young woman would be entertaining a vaguely Soviet-looking gentleman who looked to be about her father’s age. I felt a kind of indescribable rage, almost like a personal affront. How dare she � in my home?! An hour later, I watched her escort the man to the door. She was wearing blue suede pumps and a very short, ivory-colored dress, somewhat crumpled, as if she’d just removed it from under a pile of laundry. She appeared to be going for a sultry, long-legged look, but she looked instead like a little girl wearing her mother’s discarded clothes. I felt instantly sad for her, and part of me wondered if I shouldn’t offer to help her somehow. Another part of me was so angry I wanted to evict her immediately. The rest of the day, I wrestled with my thoughts, my mind feverish with indecision: Should I say something? Should I tell her boyfriend? Should I call her dad? Was it any of my business anyway? I decided to wait, see if it happened again, and just a few days later, it did. This time, it was a tall black man wearing an ill-fitting suit and tie, like thrift-shop formalwear. He, too, emerged from the bathroom and disappeared into her room, and after an hour or so she escorted him to the door, again in the blue pumps and rumpled ivory dress. I took to Google: What to do if my roommate is a prostitute? More than what to do, I was seeking clarity on why it bothered me. Who was I to judge if Jenny chose an unorthodox profession? Why would I care if she used her room to ply her trade? Still, I couldn’t stomach the thought, and the Internet validated my discomfort. On Yahoo Answers and in Google Groups and various other forums people wrote about similar experiences, and the consensus was: Don’t let your roommate turn tricks within your home. It’s dangerous, it’s illegal, and it can bring nothing but trouble. I wondered about the practical aspects of her work: Does she have a Backpage ad? Did she use Craigslist? Could I find her on The Erotic Review? I imagined the conversation we’d have. “This isn’t a brothel!� I wanted to yell at her. “Where do you even find these guys?� Then I reconsidered, thinking I might speak to her in a more caring way. Sit her down for a talk. Maybe get some women’s organization involved. Point her in the right direction. Rescue her. Reiner |
| Hello Reiner! I ve been waiting for your answer. I live in Russia, and later I will tell you about my home town of Salsk.
I don t drink alcohol and has never smoked! I don t have kids and I ve never been married, but I always wanted to have children and I loved to take care of them when I had the opportunity to do so. I want to know more about you. I ll try to tell more about yourself that would be able to get to know each other better. I have a good sense of humor. I think in the future you will be able to see it. The idea of online Dating came to me suddenly. We sat with a friend in a cafe and talked a lot about life. I ve known her since early childhood. My friend said, that now acquaintance on the Internet more popular among people who are looking for their soul mate. She met her husband on a Dating site, her husband is from Lithuania. Now they have a daughter and for them this is a great event! Will continue to tell about myself. I do not have a profile on the Internet. I am not registered in social networks such as Facebook and others, as me it never interested, but I always wanted to find my second half! Then my friend suggested me to use advantage of the Dating Agency. We went to the Dating Agency of our city and I have considered some profiles and decided to try my luck. I do not know how they got your profile, but I decided to write to you. If not for my friend, I would never have dared to take this step, but thanks to her, we can dialogue. Of course I m a little confused and I don t know what to write.I wish to tell you just what I m looking for in a man. I hope for your decency because I search for love and sincere relationship. For me it is important that the man was kind, attentive and responsive. I hope that these qualities you have and our purposes can coincide. I want to tell about yourself so we could learn about each other more. I hope you correctly understand me and my English. I started learning English in when I was in school. Now I know its at a good level. You can look at my photos to see my physical data. My height of 171 centimeters, weight of 57 kilograms. I have many interests.I like to learn new things. I like to dance and when I was a child I often went to a dance school when I had time. Unfortunately, there is not much time for this now, but I used to try to visit the fitness center often. Unfortunately, I couldn t go to the fitness center for a couple of months, due to restrictions related to the covid-19 pandemic. It is good that now everything is slowly being restored and these sports facilities are reopened. I was born on January 22, 1989, I am 31 years old. My Zodiac sign is Aquarius. What Zodiac sign do You have? I d be happy to answer any questions that interest you. I am very interested to know more about you, about your life, interests and country in which you live. If you want to know more about me, I wait your letter and photos :-) of course I will be very happy if you answer me. sincerely, Nadezhda. |
| Hello! Today is Saturday, and I want to leave work early. I always
look forward to my weekend, because these days I can spend with his family. I also wish you a good weekend! Let the weekend begin with the warm morning sun, invigorating coffee, voiced bird song, the gentle music and your favorite happy sincere smile. And let these pleasant moments, emotions and sensations will last all next week. Sincerely, Nadezhda |
| Please, I m sorry, I am writing you a small letter today. i am now
have a little time for high employment. My boss gave me back a lot the work i have to finish tonight. Yesterday after work, I visited a fitness. I try to keep my body in shape. I ll send you a photo taken there. I hope you will enjoy. I always look forward to to your letters. your Nadezhda |
| I want to wish you a Merry Christmas! I wish you all the best in the
fulfillment of all your wishes! Be happy and be yourself! Do what you love and enjoy! I look forward to your letters and once again I want to wish you a Merry Christmas! Sincerely, Nadezhda! |
| The new year 2021 is approaching. I want to wish you a Happy New Year!
I wish you all the best for the new year and all your wishes come true! Be happy and be yourself! There are holidays in Russia from 1 to 10 January and almost no one works. January 7 in Russia will be Christmas according to the Orthodox calendar! New Year s holidays in Russia! If I can, I will try to answer you! I am very sorry that I have very rarely written to you lately. Before the New Year, I really had a lot of work to do. I don t have time and I had to submit all the documents before the new year! I ll change and text you more often, okay? Holidays are celebrated in the family. I have a sister, niece and mom! Maybe soon we ll go to the village to see grandma! She misses us a lot. There is a Russian wood-fired sauna in her village, have you heard? I really like the Russian bath! I look forward to your letters and once again I want to wish you a Happy New Year! Your Nadezhda |
| I just came to work to check my mail. I came to work for a short time
as it is a non-working day in Russia, the working day in Russia will start only from January 11. On Monday I am at work and will write you a more detailed letter. I wish you a good mood and a great weekend. I will look forward to Monday to read your letters. Your Nadezhda |
| Hello, I came to work today and immediately checked my mail, but I did
not see your letter. You may be very busy right now, but I hope you find time to write to me. I am looking forward to your letter. Today I don t have much work to do and will try to check my inbox often. I really hope to see your letter today. Your Nadezhda |
| Good morning! Today I busy a working day, but I really hope that I
will have time to write you another letter. I hope you understand me. Later, I ll write to you again! I just wanted to tell you to wish you a good morning! Your Nadezhda! |
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| This is Nadezhda again. I hope you received my previous letter? I look
forward to hearing from you. Your Nadezhda |