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young Russian women


Hello! My name is Alya. I am 47. I was born in a small town on the river Kama. My town was called after a famous Russian chemist and now has the name Mendeleevsk. Then we moved to the centre of oil-production – Yelabuga, it is a historical and cultural centre. There I lived and learnt. After finishing school I entered a medical college. I followed in mother’s footsteps. She was a pediatrician and I often came to see how she treats her small patients. And I wanted to help people in tough times too. After the college I began working at hospital. A patient needs to be helped, encouraged, you should support him and make believe that he will recover. You should take all measures to heal him, I did it and was happy when I could help.

In 1970s a new car building company was started near my town. A new young city began to appear. I dreamt to live and work in a city of young people. So I moved toin Naberezhnye Chelny ( it is in Tatarstan, Russia). I was employed, but I could not work without learning. So I worked and attended a college at night. Probably it was difficult, I did not have enough time and had to study a lot on my own. It did not stop me, it was exciting to learn new things, to meet new people.

During my holidays I traveled to new places, went camping. I went to the Black and Caspian Seas. I was born in a year of Snake and snakes like to lounge in the sun. So my dearest memories of all my journeys are connected with the sea. I also recall going canoeing in Karelia. Karelia is a land of wonderful lakes, one lake gives birth to another and they seem to be endless. It is a land of primeval silence. During all our journey we met only one group of tourists. There are so many lakes in Karelia, that there is enough room for everybody. I was there in August – the time of berries and mushrooms. There are lots of them, you can fill your basket without leaving your camp. I was especially fond of bilberries, black like Karelian nights, big and sweet. And the jam is absolutely delicious, tender, fragrant, melting in your mouth. I can not describe all my impressions, I should say that I enjoyed my journey a lot!

Years flew away, I was 27 when I met a man whom I liked. Our feelings were mutual, tested by going camping together. We had a noisy tourists` wedding party, in a forest house far away from the city bustle we got married. Then our daughter Alyona was born. This tiny creature filled all my life. I loved watching her when she was sleeping, I enjoyed dressing her for a walk, walking together. Her little arms embraced me, she cuddled up to me with all her small body. It was exciting! My heart was full of joy. I still live with her joys and sorrows. Like in her childhood I hug and kiss her and it makes me stronger, and I feel happy that I have brought up a wonderful daughter.

I got divorced not long ago, but I still hope I will meet my love. I want to love and to be loved, and I dream it will happen. I am looking for my half and hope to find him. Somebody must be waiting for me somewhere! I am not a beauty, but I am charming, full of life and energy. I am a foreman at a car-building company, I love my job. Half of my life is spent at work and the second half is devoted to my home and a small family. I love cleaning my flat, cooking, making jams, salads, pickled mushrooms. I do not know if you are interested in my everyday chores, but very often families collapse because spouses can not or do not want to solve everyday problems. I am not going to describe a man of my dream. Love can not be forecasted. Being together should be interesting. I should just add that I am 165 cm tall and my weight is 54 kg. To understand each other better I am beginning to learn English. And my daughter (who is 19 years old) will help me, she learns it too.

E-mail: allavikru@mail.ru (for Gafarova Alya)

updated in June 2002

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