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mylittleredgirl) wrote2004-08-05 05:09 pm
mylittleredgirl) wrote2004-08-05 05:09 pm
encounters of the Slavic kind
This poor Russian kid just came up to me in my New Non-Swanky Basement Office and started speaking Russian. Very fast.
Me: *brainfreeze* "Eep! I haven't spoken Russian in a long time."
Him: *more Russian*
Me: *makes stab at Russian to say that I haven't spoken it in six months*
Him: *in Russian* "But that's not so bad. You're Russian."
Me: *in Russian* "No. I'm not Russian, but I studied it in university."
Him: *VERY* confused.
Me: "It's very nice to meet you, my name is Sachi."
Him: "What?"
Lynn apparently told him that I was Olga, the *actually* Russian girl who works here. Poor kid was horribly flustered and all but ran away. He was also convinced that, since I am not Russian, I could never remember the name Yevgeny. Dude, I grew up at Kripalu. Yevgeny is a freaking *normal* name by comparison.
Lynn's rationale for the mixup?
Me: "Lynn! I'm not Olga!"
Lynn: "But he was cute!"
Sort of wish he hadn't been so totally mortified by the whole experience so that I would have had time to brain-switch into Russian (I'm always afraid to speak without properly doing that, because I know I'll randomly grab for words and probably come out saying something vulgar or completely absurd just because it sounds sort of Russian). He looked awfully jailbait-y to me (though a cute jailbait, to be sure), but Lynn thought he was older... so I will have to brush up on my Russian and find out ;)
Yay. That vastly improved my day.
-- Little Red, who is unfortunately fatally chicken about talking in Russian
Edited to add: Lynn tracked him down at dinner. He's 23.
Me: *brainfreeze* "Eep! I haven't spoken Russian in a long time."
Him: *more Russian*
Me: *makes stab at Russian to say that I haven't spoken it in six months*
Him: *in Russian* "But that's not so bad. You're Russian."
Me: *in Russian* "No. I'm not Russian, but I studied it in university."
Him: *VERY* confused.
Me: "It's very nice to meet you, my name is Sachi."
Him: "What?"
Lynn apparently told him that I was Olga, the *actually* Russian girl who works here. Poor kid was horribly flustered and all but ran away. He was also convinced that, since I am not Russian, I could never remember the name Yevgeny. Dude, I grew up at Kripalu. Yevgeny is a freaking *normal* name by comparison.
Lynn's rationale for the mixup?
Me: "Lynn! I'm not Olga!"
Lynn: "But he was cute!"
Sort of wish he hadn't been so totally mortified by the whole experience so that I would have had time to brain-switch into Russian (I'm always afraid to speak without properly doing that, because I know I'll randomly grab for words and probably come out saying something vulgar or completely absurd just because it sounds sort of Russian). He looked awfully jailbait-y to me (though a cute jailbait, to be sure), but Lynn thought he was older... so I will have to brush up on my Russian and find out ;)
Yay. That vastly improved my day.
-- Little Red, who is unfortunately fatally chicken about talking in Russian
Edited to add: Lynn tracked him down at dinner. He's 23.
Re: 23?
I believe you may be the first person I've ever heard say something similar, not counting my brother, who nearly shares a brain with me and therefore does not count.
small world or something
*makes introductions* J-dawg of former-roommate- pawtucket-house-of-couch fame, meet A.j. of I-swear-it's- at-least-a-little- her-fault-that-I-have-written -so-much-damned- Atlantis-fic fame. You both like comic books, believe Sam and Jack need to fucking do it already, and have a general distaste for stupid people. And, apparently, have been cruelly imprisoned in inappropriate bodies.
Damn.
SOULBROTHER!
And I think you're the first guy I've ever heard respond with that type of language. So we have something else in common.
BTW, I jealous of the Pawtuckett house of couch. SO MUCH SO. ::highfives you for getting Little Red hooked on Stargate:: The evil spreads.