He continues on in Russian, not even noticing that they have switched languages.
"My poor Papa. Mama was never a...ah. Quiet woman." He says it was a fond smile as he reaches out and touches one of the brightly painted window sills with its decorative arches, awning, and fence lacing. It stands out next to the dull wood house.
"I painted this when I was little. We believe here, that you have to paint all your windows and entrances brightly to distract the fairy folk from coming inside and stealing all the milk."
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Date: 2007-03-04 06:20 am (UTC)"My poor Papa. Mama was never a...ah. Quiet woman." He says it was a fond smile as he reaches out and touches one of the brightly painted window sills with its decorative arches, awning, and fence lacing. It stands out next to the dull wood house.
"I painted this when I was little. We believe here, that you have to paint all your windows and entrances brightly to distract the fairy folk from coming inside and stealing all the milk."