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poly_chromatic2013-11-10 07:50 pm
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. 009
It's funny. I used to think that, once I got to Paris...once I figured out where I came from, who I'm supposed to be, once all that fell into place, I didn't think that I'd really miss Russia too much. I mean, I can't remember it being home. I just remember it as a place I used to live.
But I actually do miss it. I miss Russia. I miss the long winters and the dark nights, and the snow and cold...I miss the food, the music...I remember that one year, there was a travelling salesman who stopped by the orphanage. It was right around Christmas, I think, and he'd have all these used toys and things to give to the children, and I got this little matryoshka doll. It wasn't a complete one, I think it was missing a few of the other dolls, but it was still nice, and...
Well, there was just something familiar about it. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was like...like a simpler version of something I used to know.
Of course, Comrade Phlegmenkof made me give it to one of the younger girls almost immediately. I pitched such a fit about that...
I wonder how she's doing. She must have been furious when I didn't go to the fish market like she told me to. Or maybe she didn't care. I mean, I was out of her hair, after all, there were plenty of other children to worry about...
....is it weird I miss her? That I miss the orphanage and the other children and Russia? It wasn't home, but...it was, I guess. Does that make sense? God, I must sound like an idiot right now.
[ooc: Roots Day! But since Anya can't remember her ACTUAL family heritage or roots, she's just thinking about Russia in general, and her time in the orphanage.]
But I actually do miss it. I miss Russia. I miss the long winters and the dark nights, and the snow and cold...I miss the food, the music...I remember that one year, there was a travelling salesman who stopped by the orphanage. It was right around Christmas, I think, and he'd have all these used toys and things to give to the children, and I got this little matryoshka doll. It wasn't a complete one, I think it was missing a few of the other dolls, but it was still nice, and...
Well, there was just something familiar about it. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was like...like a simpler version of something I used to know.
Of course, Comrade Phlegmenkof made me give it to one of the younger girls almost immediately. I pitched such a fit about that...
I wonder how she's doing. She must have been furious when I didn't go to the fish market like she told me to. Or maybe she didn't care. I mean, I was out of her hair, after all, there were plenty of other children to worry about...
....is it weird I miss her? That I miss the orphanage and the other children and Russia? It wasn't home, but...it was, I guess. Does that make sense? God, I must sound like an idiot right now.
[ooc: Roots Day! But since Anya can't remember her ACTUAL family heritage or roots, she's just thinking about Russia in general, and her time in the orphanage.]

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[Isaak doesn't get homesick, really, but he does like to think of home. His tone is joking, but certainly not mocking.]
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...which may be a good thing, honestly. I don't think most of the people here could handle that.
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There's no shame in missing home, I think, whether or not you were fond of it. No home is perfect, after all.
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You spoke of going to Paris, Mademoiselle? Ah, but I have met many young Russians in my time - fine men, who sought their fortune in my beloved city.
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[ he'd be the last person to judge on something like that. ]
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But she fed us, kept us clothed, and even made sure some of us got adopted. She did her job.
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Both of you being headstrong and confident probably didn't help matters much. But it doesn't sound as though your relationship is a bad one. In that case, I can't blame you for missing what you had then.
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But no, this is not idiotic. It is easy to miss home, even the parts of home that were less than pleasant.
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I know! The food, I miss that the most! Nothing here is bad, exactly, but...well, you get it.
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I have some experience cooking food from home. What is your favorite food that you miss?
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I don't think I've ever been to Taganrog...that's by the sea, though, isn't it?
Oh, tough question...well, at the orphanage, we never really got anything fancy. I remember that Comrade Phlegmenkof made some pretty decent borsch, and we usually got a whole bunch of decent soups...
Between you and me though, I've never particularly cared for stroganov, but everything else? I miss a lot.
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I will tell no one about your feelings towards stroganov. This orphanage... tell me that you fed blinis, at least? Varenyky?
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I mean, a lot of things about our homes can be terrible, but we're sort of used to the ways that they're terrible.
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I never thought I'd miss getting yelled at. And yet, here we are.
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I guess part of it is that anything that was good is gone along with the terrible things. And all those things make up a home.
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[She can tell a fellow troublemaking prankster when she sees one. She practically led them at the orphanage.]
I miss the other children...I mean, I missed them when I left the orphanage too, but I didn't think about it too much until today.
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[ Not as much as his brothers, at least. ]
It's kind of different, being in another world and everything.
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