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A Real Russian

There are no Russian-speakers in our small town but yesterday we came across a Russian woman who comes over from St Louis to help out at the accountant’s office during tax season.

“Oh, you are Russian!” she exclaimed. And proceeded to talk, in a very excited manner about medals and wins.

“And then did you see what happened yesterday?” she chattered. “I thought those guys would totally win but no, we still have a chance there.”

N and I stared in mute incomprehension.

Finally, I dredged something from the recesses of my memory.

“Oh, it’s the Olympics you are talking about!” I said.

“The what?” N asked.

The woman looked deeply wounded.

“Yes, the Olympics,” she said. “Don’t tell me you aren’t following it. What part of Russia are you, anyway?”

We hurried out of there before she it started to dawn on her that there is a big link between having no interest in the Olympics and a dislike of Putin.


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3 thoughts on “A Real Russian

  1. Demotrash on said:

    Bad stuff probably about to happen to unions:


  2. I do wish I could figure out what my cousins actually think of Vladi-baby but my bet is that even if I go there in person I will not find out. Some of them even have Ukrainian names due to a marriage with a Crimean Person in the early 20th century, and that group Likes Trump on FB.


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