Men and women from all countries of the world are looking for spouse abroad. Thousand of east european women and girls have already found husbands and have made with them close-knit family. What is the secret of their popularity?
Anyone who has been in East Europe knows that east European women are very peculiar, original and differs from women of other countries.
This is one of the main reasons why men choose so often exactly east European brides. What make them special?
Of course, each east European girl is original, but they all have qualities that unite them. The first one is beauty and charm.
There is no such amount of beautiful girls anywhere in the world as in east Europe. Besides east European women are hard-working and good hostesses — it is always clean and comfortably in her house.
East European brides have special relation to their families.
For them peace n the house always takes the first place. Looking for foreign husbands east European girls are searching for love, respect and happiness. One more peculiarity of east European brides is that they are sociable, smiling and merry. If you visit one of the east European girls you will be pleasantly surprised because of plenty of dishes on the table and order in the house. East European women are wonderful mothers.
They love their children very much and always take care of them.
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But east European women, girls are not only good hostesses. They are clever, well-educated and witty. You will always find a topic to speak about with them. Polirom Translation rights sold to: Pont Kiado HungaryCzarne Poland Book presentation This is a novel of childhood, of the childhood of a narrator here identified with the author.
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With exceptional delicacy, Simona Popescu reconstructs a childhood of defeats. Memories are bathed in aromas, in childhood sensations ; minor happenings acquire major significance.
The author seems to have a treasure chest of memories, which she extracts one by one, in order to charm the reader with their textures, with details that extend into narrative miniatures. Thus, for the delight of the reader, there appear a wealth of stylistic and narrative jewels: A book redolent with nostalgia, with a music of memories perfectly tuned and conducted by the author, subtly gliding across the keys of time and introducing us, be it only partially, into a world that has been lost by us all.
It is the story of a little girl, and then of an adolescent who refuses to grow up, precisely for fear of losing contact with those things which might seem minor, but which, in fact, constitute the charm of existence… of an existence that owes much to childhood, with all its strange and not so strange stories.
All they used to do was to gossip about the guys who were head over heels for them, to boast about their tactics for keeping a tight leash on them or making mincemeat of their rivals. Sometimes, they would get jealous of some girl or other who was itching at the thought of hooking or nicking those boyfriends of theirs.
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The latter, it seems, had varied qualities: I knew what was in their minds. I knew all too well. Then, another day, on the bus, I overheard a conversation between two schoolgirls.
One of them, a rather ugly girl, with her hair tied in a pony tail with umpteen elastic bows and a miniature panda at the end, wearing a plastic wristwatch, kept telling the other one about how Gabi wants to pinch Dorobantzu from her. The wee girl was very upset.
I eavesdropped for as long as I could, but I think that they must have caught on because they shut up and started giving me a dirty look, while I pretended to be engrossed by the brooch of some old woman, a sinister brooch in the form of a fat and ugly spider perched on her similarly fat and ugly bosom.
Another time, I was to hear a similar conversation as I was queuing for some bread. You stood in a line, one next to the other, lads and lasses, younger or older. Two would go to one side, whisper whatever they had to whisper, decide on a number, stop in front of each one and challenge you: But did he know? A wee girl would ask you some questions, and do some calculations until she came up with a number in the tens or hundreds.
Then she would look it up in a little table, where, next to each figure, there was written a simple and comical announcement of the type: There was also another answer there, which I used to covet the most when I was thinking about Harry: Lord, how much I wanted to get married to Harry, to be with him day after day, all my life all my life!
To wake up next to him in the morning. To talk about UFOs, about ghosts and monsters, to get frightened and, trembling with fear, to hug until it passed, then to sleep on his shoulder, to hold each other from evening until morning.
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And she would make you picture somebody in your mind all over again, and she would ask you who knows how many questions all over again, and then tot everything up. However, the most frequented game was called squares. Inside a square were inscribed a few horizontal lines and two vertical ones. So, there would be a number of rows of three squares each. For one line of squares, you had to say the initials of three boys you really liked.