Is there any friendship without borders?


During my childhood, which had at the end of the pre-digital era, the friendship was one of the basic values. Itself Alla Pugacheva sang: "No hundred roubles, and have a hundred friends". The word "tolerance" did not know. Didn't know him and me, but since my

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My acquaintance with the representatives of different nationalities on personal experience began. I remember that at 9 years for the first time in a long time due to family circumstances I did not go on summer vacation to her grandmother in Minsk and remained in Moscow. We — those who didn't go anywhere on vacation, walked all day in the yard. To the next entrance of our house to visit someone from the residents came a girl from Turkmenistan.

She looked unusual: Bathrobe, underneath the trousers, on the head cap, something like a skullcap. Her name was Firuz. She was 13-14 years, but she played with the younger children. However, it is possible to call conditionally: children in our yard was teasing her, mangled name. I also was really interesting to chat with her. What we talked about — erased from the memory. I even visited a couple of times in the apartment where she was staying. When Firuza was leaving, I followed her. It is difficult for children to understand the meaning of the expression "never see you again" and I was just sad.

Firuza

School of international communication is welcomed and encouraged. I remember in classes brought lists of email addresses of students from the socialist countries. Our class went to Bulgaria. Oddly enough, with the email correspondence, I have not developed.

When I was 20, I went on English language courses at MSLU (if anyone remembers is the former Institute of foreign languages named after Maurice Thorez). We have assembled a close-knit group. After the end of the first semester, our teacher invited us to John Bull Pub near Smolenskaya underground (and there he is — a rare stability in our unstable time). In the English pub, of course, were British. One of them, who was an Englishman from South Africa, I met. He was 50-60 years old, his name I do not remember, but the photo of our group with him still lies in the photo album. We even exchanged phone numbers. I then thought about the fact that may be common in the alien elderly and young girls.

A few months later, my home phone (a mobile then, I remind, was not) rang. The tube sounded English speech. A man with a cheerful voice introduced himself as Brian, said that my phone gave him the same Englishman whom I met at John Bull pub, as I was interested in communicating with native English speakers.

We met with Brian and took a walk around the centre of Moscow. He was about the same age as my old friend. Then we met again in the restaurant "the Spanish corner" just opposite the current shopping centre "Okhotny Ryad". This restaurant is long gone. There we sat with Brian and my parents. He invited us in and even paid the total bill. Believe it now, and in the absence of any relationship between him and me, almost impossible. But it was real!

Acquiring foreign friends, you begin to communicate more with your compatriots

My parents pulled out of the memory stock of school and College English. Father joked. I remember after some of his jokes on the English I learned as a student, Brian laughed aloud and said: "Your father is a comedian!" We then many times remembered this phrase. The exact meaning of it I do not understand — whether he meant the comic character of the father or artistic abilities. Then Brian left. He called me once or twice, then the line went dead.

My first trip abroad to Finland and Sweden turned to love for years to come, studying the Finnish language, the emergence of Finnish friends, singing in the choir of the Moscow Finnish Embassy of Finland in Russia and a lot more. Over the years (indeed, decades) of travelling, I've been all over Finland, learned the different aspects of the life and character of the Finns. I bought these true friends. The word "real" would always come to my mind when dealing with them.

On a shelf in my closet is about a hundred postcards. They for many years sent me a birthday, Christmas, New year, may holidays (the Finns May 1 is also a holiday, but it is called Vappu and is primarily associated with the initiation) my Finnish friends. And is non-transferable. When I take the card and read the written text, imbued with feelings that put people when he signed it.

It was my Finnish friend, older than me for three decades, taught me how to systemically to treat their business, start a diary and stick to the plan, as well as the art of effortless business communication with people.

I was at the wedding of my Finnish friends, held on a small family island in the Gulf of Bothnia in Northern Finland. Among her guests were a young married couple poles, with whom we then met again with my friend and her husband. It was the only time I felt (non-verbal) hostility in the address, and only by a young woman. Her husband behaved politely and kindly. However, it is possible that it is not in the historically difficult relationship between Poland and Russia, and in the complexity of a pole, which I was later told by my Finnish friend.

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While studying at University I made friends with a classmate — a Tatar by nationality. We went together to the theatre of Sergei Bezrukov. She later invited me to his wedding ceremony held in a traditional Muslim ceremony.

A few years later I became fascinated by the Chinese martial art of Tai Chi Quan. I happened to study with a Chinese master. He lived in Moscow in a very old neighbourhood in a 10-15 minute walk from the metro station "Kozhukhovskaya" in a pre-war building. In the summer we were engaged in the courtyard of this house. The words of the master were translated by his student, who owned Chinese.

This Chinese man was very tall — 180 cm, which is unusual for their nation. More extraordinary was that he was holding a small dog-a Dachshund named Chun. To her, he addressed one of the few Russian phrases: "niblet, get over here," with the accent on the first syllables. For the slightest infraction, he punished her cruelly — were thrown into the hot water in the bathroom. It helped me in the treatment of a persistent cough, putting the needles.

My husband knew a Korean from South Korea. With him, he met when he studied in St. Petersburg. After a few years, the Korean with his girlfriend came to Moscow. We showed them the sights, took at home. They were very funny and, I thought, a few careless attitudes to the story (maybe because of its ignorance of) — climbing on the tank in Victory Park, were photographed and with a laugh exclaimed: "Heil Hitler!"

My friend married an Egyptian and a cousin — for a Turk. So I met with the representatives of the Eastern countries and learned the secret of cooking rice in Egypt.

The more you see, the more you generalize, compare and learn

Finally, my mother from Belarus.

That provides communication with the representatives of different peoples and cultures? The more I see, the more you generalize, compare and learn. You have the experience, flexibility of thinking, ability to find the common language with those who do not like you. By purchasing foreign friends, I began to communicate more with the audience and understand them better. This is my understanding and has tolerance.

Article by Svetlana Rogotskaya

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