Stepmother and her adopted child

My sister sent me a message “Just check this out” and sent  me a link. We always send to each other hilarious internet jokes, pictures and posts. But this message was different.

I opened the link and it took me to facebook profile of a young girl. There were tons of her selfies. Literally, tons. She has long curled hair, applies showy make-up, wears sexy dresses, highheeled shoes, looks pretty bitchy but beautiful.

“Ok, sis, so who the hell is that chick?”

“She… He is Alex.”

Whaaaat?! Alex? I haven’t seen this little boy for few years already… He was 12 or 13 then.

Our family friends adopted him and his brother when they were kids. They were living in a small village. The Real village where people wake up at 4 a.m. and go to their farms, feed cows, horses, chickens and etc… And then spend the whole day gardening, planting, watering…. And then again go back to the farm. The real village where women wear scarfs, long skirts, flat shoes and no makeup. The Real village where rural customs still obtain.

I remember that little boy playing with cats and dreaming to become a pet doctor one day. I remember him hugging his stepmother and telling her she is the best. I remember her red chicks and eyes full of happiness.

Few months ago I accidently met her at the friends house. She had some wine, tried hard to smile and relax, but I noticed that she was completely lost and frustrated.

She took some more wine and poured like a rain her misery out. 

Her lovely son didn’t visit them anymore. Sometime he called and asked for money  crying that he has no money to come home and see her. When she sent money to him he just didn’t come. Just switched off his phone until the next “mommysendmemoney” call. He was already 17 then. He got a full-scholarship from the government and moved to the big city for studying at the college.

One day he came to the village. Hw came With his boyfriend. Can you imagine the shock of these poor village people?

Maybe they were even paralyzed for a while. I can even imagine the black-and-white cows stop chewing the green green grass and staring at the drama scene.

All the rural mentality of his family was completely crushed. 

– “He was nice…” – she said weeping-ripe, – “his boyfriend was nice. And they looked happy and I thought to myself “okay… he is my lovely son, I want him to be happy… It ishischoice, his life. I just want him to visit me, to call me.”.

To be honest, it was a deed of a hero. It was very very very hard for her to admit that her son was a gay. 

It was unbelievebly hard to get this, to admit this, to dont give a fuck about what the neighbours will gossip…. For her who was born and grew up in these super rural customs.

So she cried. She was happy he came back.


He left the city with his new transexual friend. He took all the money his stepmother had saved for him. He wasted everyfucking cent and called her asking to sent him some money to buy a ticket to come back home.

She said : “Tell me where are you and I will buy a ticket for you”

He said: “Fuck off with your goddamned help”.



Türkiye’nin sabahları özledim.

831adb09c60d6be472bbcd0fb22afe94– Günaydın, abla! Kolay gelsin! – markete girip, ablayı selamlıyorum.

– Günaydın canım, teşekkür ederim. Sigara, ayran ve simit? – bana soruyor.

– Aynen, abla, – gülüyorum. Kendimi benden daha iyi biliyor.

– İzinli misin bugün? Saatler tam olarak onu gösteriyor zaten.

– Doğru, bugün çalışmıyorum. Sigara içip Alanya’ya gidiceğim, orayı çok seviyorum, – cevap veriyorum.

– Yolun açık olsun, canım… Vay, bak! Dolmuş gitti, geç kaldın… Bir sonraki dolmuş bir saat sonra gelecekmiş…Haydı türk kahvesi içelim! İster misin?

– Sağolun, ablacığım, tabii ki içelim!…

– Şu dolaptan lokum al, bardaklara su koy ve bekle, hemen kahve getiriyorum…

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Income and expences

The work shift was boring. We had just few check-ins and -outs and so we finished all the necessary paper work very fast and literally had nothing to do for the rest 14 hours. Yeah, I work 24-hour shifts and sometimes I don`t have a minute to go to toilet or to have my lunch…And sometimes I just do my best to not fall asleep fighting against the heaviness of my eyelids.

The time was about 5 or 6 p/m and all the chiefs and managers had left already. There were just two of us in the small city hotel. Two reception clerks and…about 50 guests.

– I fought with my mum, – my co-worker said to me, slowly applying red lipstick and then pressing her lips together. – She is crazy. She said I spent more than I earn and she wanted to stop giving me money.Read More »

Have you ever missed your “ex-job”?

Few days ago I`ve read a stupid joke: “When a workaholic gets drunk he texts his ex-employers”.

Could be fun.

But I did the same. And I wasn`t even drunk. That annoyes me. No. That pisses me off.

I texted to my ex-boss that I miss the job.

Why the hell do I do this…?

When The Sun Goes Down

The sunset is a daily disappearance of the sun below the horizon. The Setting of the sun. In Russian we also use this word – Setting.

Turkish people say “güneş batar” which means that the sun goes under….Under the water. The sun dives into the sea.

What a great metaphor. Isn’t it?

Trophies Of The Cheater’s Success

Why does a woman publish tons of private photos with her lover to Facebook and Instagram?

Why does a woman who is currently married share these disgusting pictures and videos with friends and collegues?

Why the hell she openly humiliates her husband?


– I wanna show you something, – she said and winked. She turned on a video on her phone. On the video : she and her lover, her legs wrapped around his body and his hand pressed to her thighs.

– Don’t you think your husband can see it?! You publish that things to Fb?! Your family, your friends can see it! This is too much, really! – my jaw litterally dropped to the floor.

– No, he doesn’t have a fb profile. He works at district court, so it’s forbidden for him to use social networks…. Blaaah blah….Look look, this is him again, dancing with me..

– Why don’t you divorce? Why? You don’t love, don’t even respect him!

– But where will I go? I don’t have a place to go but his apartment. He has good job and salary, and my lover doesn’t even work. And … he didnt ask me to divorce. It is Ok. And my husband trusts me. He will never know.


Yesterday her husband DID it finally. He looked through her photo albums. Found pictires.

Do you think she was upset telling me this? Nope. She litteraly said the following:

– I just made him believe that’s not me on these pictures. I said she is just a girl who looks alike in appearence.


I can never understand this.

Unconditional love

No… Please. Don`t do it.

Please don`t send me your messages anymore. Never. Just don`t do it.

Just don`t ruin my life again. Just don`t tear my world apart again. It takes too long to recover, it takes too long to become sober. It takes too long to forget…and then you send your goddamned messages again.

I hate your messages even though they make me smile.I hate your messages even though I find your sense of humor the best one in the world. I hate all the great moments we shared. Coz they don`t make me happy anymore… they just make my eyes wet. Coz there is nothing but your messages anymore.

I hate your messages even though I melt deep inside…I hate your messages for touching my unhealed wounds.

I hate you for popping up into my life when I barely feel alive…

I hate it when I forget the world while sending my reply to you.

I hate it when your reply is damn too short.

I hate it when I stare at the ceiling in the middle of the night waiting for your reply.

I hate it when there`s no reply from you.

And I hate myself for being so stupid to believe there`s a little hope that one day you`ll knock at my door.

Just like I did.

The true story

I was walking through the Victory park and saw an exposition of tanks and other military enginery prepared for the celebration of 9th of May. 
There was the legendary T-34 and a group of kids climbing all together on it. There was a hoary old man standing in front of the tank and staring at the red carnations left here by someone else. There were few plastic bicycles and tricycles left around the dark green enginery.

The sky was clear blue and the sun was shining so bright that I could feel its warmth on my cheeks. The kids laughter, their smiling faces and the birds flying from one tree to another…

The old man was silent and I took a quick look at his face and saw that his eyes were wet.

Few weeks ago my kinfolk told me a story about his granddad. Let’s give him a name Ivan. So here is the story….

Ivan was an 8 year old boy when the Great Famine came to Povolzhye. The disaster was worsened by all the consequences of WWI.

 The Great Famine reached its peak in 1921-1922 and by that time Ivan’s parents died of starvation and he had nobody….but his 4 year old brother. Two of them were starving all the time and they were praying to find something to eat. 

They were homeless and they had nowhere to go. Their little bodies were numb with cold when they were sleeping on the streets.

The gypsies came to the small town. You know, adults always teach kids to be aware of tramp gypsies who can be dangerous. But two little boys had nobody to warn them against speaking with strangers.

An old gypsy woman came up to Ivan and began a conversation. He was too young, too hungry, too afraid and too exhausted of permanent lack of food to protect himself from making a huge mistake.

Ivan bartered away his little brother for a handful of sunflower seeds.

The woman took the little boy and they left the town. Ivan had never seen his brother again.

He grew up, went though the WWII and tried so many times to find his brother but that was ineffective effort.

He hadn’t eaten even one sunflower seed till the rest of his life.

Being lonely

Being lonely is having no plans for weekend.

Being lonely is having one toothbrush in your bathroom.

Being lonely is working hard and working late…coz you have nowhere to go after.

Being lonely is buing small bottle of milk because the big ones always goes sour before you drink it.

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Dale Carnegie’s tips still work 

Last weekend I went to wedding banquet.

That was quite fancy celebration: lovely music, beautiful decorations… The restaurant was completely packed with hundred of people whom I haven’t met before. 

I don’t really love big celebrations (I even hate an idea of wearing high heeled shoes). 

I sipped some red wine and headed to the patio to get a breath of fresh air. Couple minutes later a man came up to me with a cigarrete in his mouth and began a conversation. Hmmm… Literally, he began a Monologue.Read More »