I’m becoming so eloquent in my Russian that I can introduce my whole family.
[In Russian] This is my sister. She has a husband and a daughter. This is my brother. He has a wife, a daughter and another on the way. This is my brother. He has a…. [In English]… “How do you say girlfriend in Russian?”
“Oh,” says my teacher. “Dyevushka.”
At which, I dissolve into giggles. Ongoing giggles. I simply cannot stop. Tonya, my teacher, looks at me like I’m crazy. I try to offer an explanation…
“My brother has a ‘young lady’ oh har har har.”
Never mind that the word ‘dyevushka’ stirs up in me all the bad things about Ukraine I can imagine: break-neck stilettos, slutty mini-skirts, sleazing onto western men, vying for green cards. Thus, I consider dyevushka a naughty word.
And never mind that my brother has been going out with his ‘dyevushka’ for longer than us three married siblings have been married… combined. She’s not of the ‘let’s nab a westerner’ dyevushka ilk. I think my brother should marry her just to save her from this shame in my Russian lessons.
To top it off, my teacher then set me a task to answer her questions. “Please only answer these questions in the third person singular,” she said.
Well, that was the end of the lesson. I just couldn’t stop laughing. Too much blog-world for me today.