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dariaxuoe@htmailru.com
Daria
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| Hello xxx. Thanks for your reply, I didn t expect you to pay attention to me, cool.
I thought you would ignore my message. My name is Dariya, friends call me Dasha. I decided to check my mail today and I saw your letter. I dropped everything and wrote to you. I m flattered by your attention. I want to get to know you better. If you are in the mood to communicate with me, I will be glad to continue our correspondence. Please send me a photo of you in full size, if that is not a problem for you. Sending you my photo. Tell me, do you think I am pretty? Do you like me as a girl? Your message took me by surprise. I have a lot of things to do today. I live in the countryside, now I m going into town. I want to buy medicine for my animals. I can t stay any longer. It is a pleasure to meet you. I will check my mail more often hoping to see your letter again. You intrigue me... |
| xxx, you wrote to me again, thank you for your time.
I am interested to communicate with you. I wanted to reply to you earlier, but I m having problems with my internet. You can t even imagine how bad my internet is. The connection level is so bad that in order to check my email, I have to move away from home to a more elevated location. I m like a treasure hunter walking around with my laptop and catching cell phone service. From the outside it may seem ridiculous, my neighbors probably think I m weird. I woke up today, as usual in the early morning at 5:00 am. After a light breakfast, went to feed my animals, at which time I thought I would write to you. To tell all about myself at once in one letter will not work, I will start with the main thing. I live in a small Russian village, its name is "Garga", Udmurt Republic. Very few people live here, the main residents are pensioners. There is no school or other administrative organizations here. The nearest civilization, if you can call it that, is 20 kilometers away from me, is the village of Alnashi. Big stores, a hospital, everything is there. There s a school there, where I got my education. My parents brought me to school on Monday and took me away on Saturday. For the whole week I lived an independent life. My parents haven t been with me for a few years now, they re dead. I don t want to talk about it now, you know... From my parents I inherited a small livestock farm and this house I live in. Now I live alone, I have 20 goats, 30 chickens, rabbits, a dog, geese. I have 3 women helping me with everything, they are residents of my village. They are happy that they can earn money, though not much, by doing what they love when they retire. I tried to hire men to work, but nothing good came out of it. They could get a paycheck and disappear for a few days. Alcohol is to blame. It is easier with women; they are responsible. Sometimes they are left alone for a few weeks, when I go to town on business or on vacation. We sell goat s milk to the city; it replaces baby food for newborns because it doesn t cause allergies. Another part of our income comes from selling chicken eggs, vegetables, cheese, cottage cheese. All of this requires a lot of attention. Buyers themselves come to our village and take away products. To be honest, there is more demand for products than we can produce. I really want to increase my farm to a larger scale. But I understand that here, without qualified workers on hand, it is not possible. I ve had to work hard to get more people to know about my mini-farm. Those were tough times. I started my way in animal husbandry by training as a veterinarian in the city of Izhevsk. Now I treat animals myself, give them seasonal vaccinations. Life is fun for me, of course. Many people, when they find out that I do all this, don t believe me.) But then, when I bring them to my farm, they go numb with admiration. I like farm life, I enjoy every day of it. I consider myself a happy person!!! I won t bore you with my stories. Tell me, was it interesting for you to know about my life? How do you feel about life in the countryside? It s already hard for me to imagine myself as a city dweller. If I m not going to the city tomorrow for business, I ll try to write to you this afternoon, if you don t mind our communication. I would also like to know about your daily life, what have you been doing in the past? What is your profession? I will wait you to write! Sincerely Dasha |