Rye

January 29, 2014

 I live in this place!

View of Rye at Winter. Twilight.

Rye – Place I Call Home.

Phonetically, in Russian “rye” means “paradise”. That’s my home!

January 7, 2010

There must be some microclimate in this little paradise of ours, because, while the country is suffering under the whole couple of inches of snow, at least according to the news and rumors, all our toy-town on a hill has is the cute patchy pads of snow on some roofs…  

Nevertheless, we also, as the most of the UK, are blessed with the cancellation of the usual legalised slavery, and the holidays go on.  

Living on the High Street, especially at Summer, when the door of the shop is open during the day, makes our household very open. We almost literally live on the street, with the noises, smells and people entering our lives liberally. For that reason, at Winter, separating ourselves by two doors and the front room from the street, we feel like being enclosed in a warm bubble of cozyness.  

The girls, enjoying being out of school on a day when they normally would be “structurised”, are playing solitaire in the kitchen. The “solitaire for two”. When I come in, Alina is alone, on the chair, bending over, moving the cards on the table, while chewing on something. Upon hearing me, she quickly stands up and assumes the kind of expression, which sais out loud: “I have just done something, which I don’t want you to know about, and now I am pretending that I’ve done nothing, don’t look THAT way”. I jump to her, grab her, and start kissing her all over, saying: “WHAT were you doing, eh?” She giggles, saying, naturally, “Nothing! I’ve been doing nothing!”  

Eva enters through the bathroom door. Stands on her chair. Looks at the cards. At a glance, assessing the picture, she sais calmly: “Ah! Alina has been cheating with the cards. A lot.” “I have,” – is the straightforward answer.  

Girls playing solitaire

"You've been cheating!"