mamida писал(а):Вот тут она же приколько и точно пишет про дачи.
Before perestroika, a dacha, added to a Soviet-made car and a tiny two room flat, formed the Holy Trinity of “The Soviet Dream” come true: the pinnacle of economic well-being in the Stagnation Era.
http://russialite.com/down-with-dachas/
Great minds think alike! (это я про вас со мной
) Я вчера ночью тоже набрела на ее другой блог и как раз на этот пост, тоже хорошо посмеялась и планировала как раз здесь запостить
МНе вот эти bits тоже понравились оттуда
My dachaphobia, much like my preference for uncluttered surfaces and ice in my drink, is a source of constant bafflement to my Russian acquaintances.
“So good for the children!” cooed Velvet’s nanny, who asked me to say I’m taking her to the USA one summer, so she didn’t have to be out at her dacha all of August with her grandchild.
“The fresh air!” enjoins my housekeeper – a sturdy 50-something woman, recently hospitalized for three weeks following a collapse, I suspect was not unconnected to a marathon potato planting at her dacha.
“Oi…” sighed my colleague, every Monday morning from May to September, as she sank gratefully into her office chair and surveyed her scratched, sun burnt and chapped hands. “I am beyond tired.”
