[ it's such a nice thing to do - what with the delay in his own formal education he can certainly appreciate that russian is a difficult language, and it's not as though there's much personal benefit to be had from learning russian in america. flora's very caring for someone from a capitalist country, with a lot more focus on the greater good, on the wellbeing of others, than her peers. some of it undoubtedly has to do with having been homeless — such things tend to require a dependence on the collective most americans do not experience, from what he's observed over the past year. ]
[ as he steps back and motions for her to sit on the understuffed curbside futon: ] I would help but am told that I "speak like old man." [ vasiliy says it with humor, but it's true. probably because he's from the same generation as some of russia's oldest elderly. or at least in that range, seeing as he'd be 119 this year, not 33, had he survived. ]
I can however teach you profanity. Some things, they do not change. Russians hate bad driver.
⟪ there is no feeling in the world flora knows as well as she does loneliness, and... she rather thinks they have had that one in abundance – and in common. there must be a different type of loneliness to his life, of course, having found himself as displaced as this. whatever she can do to alleviate that feeling, she will. ⟫
Eh, I'll mostly be talking to you anyway. Might as well talk like a Russian granny.
⟪ she nudges him. ⟫
But I'll take the profanity lessons. I bet there's some creative English ones you haven't heard yet, either.
⟪ she picks up the mcdonalds bags and joins him on the futon – much like she does, he's made a life out of the things that can be found abandoned. his first thrift shop experience was hella fun to witness. she tears up one of the bags to use it as an improvised table-cloth to protect the side-table from some of the grease, and begins to unpack the food. ⟫
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[ as he steps back and motions for her to sit on the understuffed curbside futon: ] I would help but am told that I "speak like old man." [ vasiliy says it with humor, but it's true. probably because he's from the same generation as some of russia's oldest elderly. or at least in that range, seeing as he'd be 119 this year, not 33, had he survived. ]
I can however teach you profanity. Some things, they do not change. Russians hate bad driver.
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Eh, I'll mostly be talking to you anyway. Might as well talk like a Russian granny.
⟪ she nudges him. ⟫
But I'll take the profanity lessons. I bet there's some creative English ones you haven't heard yet, either.
⟪ she picks up the mcdonalds bags and joins him on the futon – much like she does, he's made a life out of the things that can be found abandoned. his first thrift shop experience was hella fun to witness. she tears up one of the bags to use it as an improvised table-cloth to protect the side-table from some of the grease, and begins to unpack the food. ⟫