I woke up to the sound of my mom honking the horn and yelling obscenities to the cars in front of us
"*СУКА БЛЯДЬ*, LEARN HOW TO DRIVE!!"
"Матушка* calm, it's just a little traffic." I say in a low, annoyed voice.
She glances in my direction and sighs slightly "I'm sorry Jakob, you know I hate traffic-"
"And idiots, yes мать I remember from the last 30 times you've said it in the past 5 hours." I lean my head against the car window. We were moving to Virginia you see, Very different from Russia, it's a lot warmer and there is a lot more traffic. We are moving to Virginia to escape the war between Russia and Ukraine because you see we lived right on the border so instead of alarm clock to wake us up we just had to wait for the gunfire to start.
*Матушка-Mother
*Мать-Shortened word for mother
*Сука блядь- I'll let you translate that one
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A day toward dawn
Подростковая литератураRussian-American Immigrant Jakob Smirnov has just moved from a small town in Russia to Alexandria, Virginia.Jakob knows little of his new school and community, what will it be like, who will be there , and more importantly will life be better than...
