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My name is Natasha. I live in Orenburg region, Russia. I am 35 years old (born on 16 July in 1965). I am 161 cm tall and my weight is 62 kg. I have provocative brown eyes, a tender smile, dimples in my cheeks and chestnut waved hair. I am romantic and sentimental. I love my mother very much, we live together in a modest three-roomed flat. My mother is retired, she is fond of growing roses and taking care of a 20-year-old palm-tree, which is so exotic for the steppe place where we live. But our life here is still full of flowers like it was 35 years ago when my brother and I were born. (We are twins.) Nothing has changed in my country even since last century. Cows walk across the village in the evening, kids hide among gigantic sunflowers when parents call them to go home, elderly women sit near their houses, first stars appear in the sky and nightingales stop singing.

It is a great happiness to be close to the nature, to watch it, to speak to it. And I dream only of one thing? meeting my Adam among this primeval beauty. Beetles hide in the grass and glowworms glitter in the dark, the air smells of nettle and your heart sinks waiting for a Man to appear. At such moments I enjoy sitting with my friends in an arbor and listening to the guitar.

On cool and misty mornings I go to work to a physiotherapy hospital. I am a nurse and I take care of our little patients. I especially like young patients, they fill my room with joy and laughter. Their grateful parents say that I have tender and caring hands. Our hospital is near a salt lake (like the Dead Sea). We have salt mines, a beach and attractions. Every season a beautiful white camel is brought here to entertain the kids. I am very fond of animals and my dream is to have a Persian kitten, but it is as exotic here as our palm-tree.

We have wonderful sunrises in autumn, they paint everything around in peculiar colors, giving the last warmth of summer, clouds become silver, fields have brass color, the lake is like a crystal and the steppe is golden. The birds fly overseas where the man of my dream lives. Stars fall down and every night I look at the sky and think of a wish. I dream that my man will find me in the Internet. In autumn the beach is deserted, the air smells of apples and my mother and I start preserving fruit and vegetables from our small summer garden. I love cooking traditional Russian dishes.

My breath can be taken away when I feel warm wind from the steppe on my face, when I see birds fly to some distant countries, when planes fly across the sky and disappear in the distance, when I watch sunrises and sunsets.

I like cinema (old kind comedies, American action films and melodramas), I am fond of modern music, I am interested in architecture (modern and unusual), I love pussy cats and puppies, I am very fond of romantic parties, champagne and ice-cream. I am not interested in economics or politics. I love dreaming.

When winter comes everything will change. All the ground will be covered with white blanket and snow will reach the cornice of our house. Frost will paint pictures on the windows and my mother and I will have tea from a samovar. I will look in my postbox every day waiting for a letter from a stranger. He should be brave to prefer meeting me soon to writing long sentimental letters.

I like honest and reliable gentlemen sure of their own future. I appreciate sincere and ambitious men. And of course he should wish to have children. I hate lie and laziness, drug or alcohol abuse, religious or philosophical fanaticism.

If you share my ideas about life, I will be happy to receive a letter from you. Write me in English!