“My parents are selling their house, they lived there for 25 years... They don’t want to buy a new one, they will rent. They plan to live in New York, where my brother moved. Then to Hawaii, where they spent their honeymoon. Well, then to the state that I choose to live in...

I am having supper, reaching for a plate of salad ... When suddenly my phone starts literally howling like a siren. This is the first time I have heard such a sound tearing up my ears. I grab my cell phone right there. The screen flashes with the message: ALERT, alarm! The siren's howl is even more unbearable in the hands. I open it - and there is a message about ...

At 14:00 I went out for bread, tomatoes and cheese. We have a curfew - from 18:00 to 06:00 you need to be at home. The police can detain you for violating this rule, which is quite legal. Next - from the first person. Didn't leave the house...

My third day in Rostov after California. I run into the store in the evening. As luck would have it, I left the card at home. Purchase amount for 320 rubles ($ 4,2). I hold out the 5th bill. A small woman cashier in a burgundy uniform looks intently at me, then at the bill, again at ...

Announcement in a Russian-speaking group in California: “Nanny. From $2300 per month.” A governess is often sought under these conditions. What's the catch here? As a rule, such a vacancy is offered either by an agency or by a person who “sells” a nanny directly to the family for $5000-6000. Eventually,…

“Luda worked as a nurse for us,” said 62-year-old Val, who moved to the States from Moscow as a child. I immediately pricked up my ears. “Mom then started having problems with memory. She completely forgot English, spoke only Russian. Therefore, we and ...

Svetlana is 55 years old, of which the last ... she has lived in California. Big house of typical white color with green lawn, husband is a programmer. Two cars, two Russian-American citizenship and two adult sons, one but, Svetlana hardly speaks English. However, you need ...

A string of neat little houses with low white fences. The horizon is slightly cut by proud palms. We are in a small Californian town, visiting the family of our American friend Jim. Morning walk. Two guys, 18-20 years old, immediately attract attention. Tall, slightly stooped. Both in…

Imposing chairs with bright yellow upholstery, in their prime. Black leather sofa, moderately plump and young. But the wooden TV stand asks for a couple of beauty injections: the corners are slightly worn out and lightened. Mitch, a tall American in his 40s, casts a critical look ...

Saturday morning. As usual, I go to the mailboxes. I open the familiar 10th cell. And there's a letter from the HOA, the homeowners association. With signature black emblem. My heart skips a beat. It turned out that it was not in vain. The story of Lyudmila and her “letters of happiness” was told by Lena Lukashova in her…