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Russian woman love story about meeting American husband Love and Mutual Understanding By Olga Wright
I would write him what attracts me in our relations: first, we could exchange our pictures, then, get to know each other through the correspondence and, finally, touchingly anticipate our first date. I printed out his pictures. One of them I would always carry around with me, the other one I put on the foreground at home. I merely lived in a dream of happy family. My people did not really understand me and for sure, they did not believe any of my "ravings". The agency that helped my correspondence kept getting letters from other men responding to my profile. I was advised to be in a correspondence with a few of them and then chose the right one but I told them that I had already found one. I guess, I am a rare lucky person to have found my "half" through the Internet so fast: many women are spending years exchanging e-mails.
I remember us traveling with my friends to see a cloister in the old Russian village. He was amazed by beautiful wooden Russian houses, water from a pump and an abacus in a local grocery store. Time flew by and our happy time was nearly over. My husband tells me now, it was the happiest time in his entire life; he cannot explain why for what it makes sense only for two of us, experienced deep feelings for each other. When leaving, he took my papers for fiancee visa application. We thought we would see each other again in 3-5 months but, because of various force-majeure circumstances, it became possible only 19 months later, when I finally got my visa. Up to that time, my little daughter Natalya would tell everyone that her Dad lives in America and soon she is going to join him there. She loved scrutinizing our pictures together and showing them to the guests. When we finally made it to America, my daughter was 3.5 years old. At first, we felt ourselves very much out of place and she was begging me to go back but I knew we are on a one-way road to our cherished dream. Quite soon, everything fell into place: Tracy easily found a common language with Natalya, we got married and become this happiest family where reigns love and mutual understanding.
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