Posts Tagged ‘Family Life’

Marriage In The US

The first organization to offer their services in the area searching for a suitable groom abroad have appeared in Kharkov in the mid-nineties. We can say that if it was a real boom, the reasons stir in principle difficult to understand the complex socio-economic situation in the country, full of 'chernukha' in life when people get a penny or even lost their jobs or, worse kriminagennaya conditions and other factors make the prospect of marriage and immigration in one of the wealthier Western countries simply magical chance at a normal life. Kharkov as one of the largest educational centers not only in Ukraine but the whole of the former Soviet Union attracted thousands male and female students, and thus a lack of 'Cinderella' wanting to throw the rags of poverty scoop and find yourself in a luxurious palace, and hug the Prince has always been enough. Over the years have passed since that time very much changed in our country and in the west too. But as always there are many girls who do not find their second halves in Kharkov, and on the other hand is a much more young, successful and simpotichnyh men from the U.S. Europe, Australia and so on. who are increasingly turning their gaze to the East, home of female wisdom and beauty! Marriage to a foreigner and move to another, so far America should be associated with large changes in their lives. As is changing the lives of Slavic women in the U.S.? Podcherpnem answers on the forum for Russian-speaking women living in the U.S., I feel great here.

October Revolution

I was getting married. Seventh day of November 1976 I sat in the dining room 'Jubilee' and was getting married. An infinite number of guests congratulated us incessantly, shouting 'bitter', something desired. It was all very decent, right. Fatah and white dress, the wedding procession and flowers. Even the TV filming, while it was very cool. The people celebrated the anniversary of the October Revolution and in honor of the event to register a marriage valuable employees, which treated my future husband, was held at the Palace of Culture 'Zheleznodorozhnik' in a particularly festive atmosphere, with a broadcast on local television. Everything was beautiful.

The horror was that I did not feel the anticipated delight crazy luck, or something like that, something good coming from his own wedding in 18 years. Behind my mother's tears, the sighs of envious friends, pre-wedding worries. I was sitting at his own wedding, looked at the drunken guests rose to greetings, kissing the bride and acutely felt the unreality of the situation. It was a movie. Real movies. And I have played a major role. The first sign of the fragility of the marriage was very cold weather.

Never, neither before nor after 1976 a cold this time of year was not. Following unpleasant aspect was the lack of a car that was supposed to take away our sleep in the house of the groom. A relative, who was entrusted to resolve the issue, not agreed, and as a result of beautiful wire married couple in the bedroom did not work. Moreover, we had to walk in the frost in the wedding dress and beautiful shoes instead had someone else's shoe boots so as not to freeze up. AND it was a sign of the second. But the most unpleasant to come. My 'dowry' which should have been delivered to our bedroom to the end of the wedding, was stolen. At first I did not believe it, thought it was just a bad joke. When I realized that this however, burst into tears on his chest and groom mentally said goodbye to him. I already knew, that we do not live together until the silver wedding anniversary. In the 'dowry' was the bed, pillows, my dresses, and other things. But most importantly – there were the boots. This was the third sign. We lived for three years, and then another three years apart, put up again parted. During this time our son was born, and at one period of our separation, I met her first, and only true love. Now, When I approach the half-century anniversary, I understand – the purpose of this marriage was the birth of a son. He became my friend and support, an assistant principal and counselor. But the main thing is not about me. The family of my first husband was no more weddings, although there was still a brother and two sisters. Thus, our son is the only one who will continue to race. So do not believe then in the popular superstitions. Well, my movie where I played a major role, continues, but that's another story.