Hi everyone! My name is Irina and I hail from a village in the Kaluga region. Am 39 years old and I work as a financial auditor in a business firm. I ensure proper spending of the company’s budget funds for its development. I would like to show you how I spent the 27th of January 2012.
I usually wake up earlier but due to the fact that I was visiting friends yesterday, I had to wake up later since we had some drinks the previous night. That little more sleep was needed for my body’s recovery.
The activity I dislike most in the mornings is brushing teeth. This fact is one of my greatest and well kept secrets. This is because I have three children who are supposed to love doing this. So I stick to the procedure. I do not back those who say that the day begins with cleaning the body. The morning for me always starts with some physical exercises then cheerfully I go to the bathroom.
To the question of what to wear, I am afraid to say that a month has passed without me getting the appropriate answer to it.
Because I always go to work in woolen socks.
Then in a warm sweater. Why? We will answer that question when we get to my job. This is me. And this is my first photo of the day.
Before I leave, I have to feed my fish.
These are remains from yesterday’s banquet. I did not have the energy to clean up afterwards then. Conscience does not allow me to leave things lying just like that till today’s evening. So its time to clean up. My husband too does not like it when we have a mess in the house. But he also grumbles when there is no mess at all.
I put everything in the dish-washer.
A singing canary in the cage. The cage earlier on belonged to a parrot – Hippolytus. When he flew away last summer, it was a tragedy for the kids. And tragedy it was for us too. He always comes to life when he sees us. He is as smart as the former parrot, the problem is that he cannot fly yet he sings so beautifully.
Finally the utencils are clean and my little farm is well fed. Time to feed myself too. Traditional coffee to kick-start the day.
The remains of yesterday’s cheese casserole. I wanted to cut it first but I could not wait. I went on and used my hands instead. No time to stain the clean knives.
Now am in the car. I support safe driving and I have a bluetooth device in my car. As I drive, I enjoy the solitude and incase anyone calls, am not distracted from steerng by some small talk.
I leave home and am on the Lenin Avenue.
I could not resist the temptation. I stopped the car and got out to take a shot of my favourite my village and homeland. What a classic!
This is my favorite crossroad. I think someone cleverly put the signs so that it is not easy for one to know who is supposed to move where and how. Because I usually pass here twice a day, I have the advantage to know where and how to join the main road.
This is my current working place. I do the auditing at the area where meat is cut.
This is a very interesting place I must say. I can say that in my eyes, I see the life-cycle of pigs everyday. But since I was given just a day to take photos, I would rather not get distracted.
Checked the records and cash flow. Time for a tea break.
Walking around the meat section.
It’s cold in here.
Its lunch time! I have to go home. My profession has a negative impact on the well organized job of the meat industry since I have to conduct audits.
On my way home. I love the small wood houses on the streets even though we have the very civilized road signs that are of city standard.
I cannot get used to the local bus stops. You rarely know the timetable of the buses. Even though I know the exact time the buses pass by.
And the roads! Even though they will be many, during winter we drive on the ice and when summer comes we have to maneuvre through pot-holes.
Platinum. Turns out it freezes in the winter too.
Here I am back at home. My eyes are always on the clock.
I just remembered that I have a lemon tree on my window sill. See for yourself.
It’s lunch time for them too. I feed myself and my flock which consists of 12 chickens, a cockerel, 3 turkeys, a goose (there used to be 3 geese but they did not make it after the Christmas holidays). There are rabbits too. They used to be four; one of them took a walk and never came back. For us the rabbits play the role of the cat since we do not have any cats around. My kids, three in number, had asked for cats. That would have increased my farm with three more heads, so we settled on the rabbits, since there are only three of them remaining.
These ones are not accounted for. They depend on the others so to speak.
Since its winter, I will be kind enough to forgive for such happenings. In short we have to buy eggs from the convenience stores.
The rabbits made it in the evolutionary cycle. They eat everything the chickens leave out, rats in the making.
Now, more about me. Lunch was served just for one person. I like hot flavored food. I go to the cellar and get myself a jar of lecho. You can see our wine barrels. 600 litres and its barely enough to last till fall. Perhaps we have to reconsider on the number of guests we have.
For some reason, they prefer wine to canned food.
I won’t do an excursion on all my food reserves, but you are invited for lunch. Today I have cold soup, lecho with mustard. I love it with black bread but there was no one to send to the shop for a loaf. So I shall have it that way.
The phone rang and as I was talking I went to the window. I was surpirsed to see someone on horseback! I have seen many different kinds of people through this window ranging from dog lovers, skiers and fishermen. If I had not taken my camera with me everywhere on this day, the memory of this horserider would have remained with me forever. But now I have this golden opportunity to share the photo with you.
I came back to get finished with lunch. I heard that in restaurants, they call it dessert.
I can’t do without TV. I like two channels; these are news and cartoons. I sometimes tend to believe that our lives are just but some cartoon. But I would be lying. I watch cartoons, there is nowhere to run to. I have three children in the house, and they prefer cartoons to TV series.
Again the phone rings. My eldest daughter tells me that she has eaten, where she is and when she will be arriving home. I then decided to know what my husband was up to for him not to relax.
Time for me to get into my parenthood duties. I have to take the kids to the swimming pool.
Off we go.
There is this super-duper ice rink infront of our house. The pool was filled by a fire-truck. For such small villages like ours, funds for big ice rinks are not provided.
Though not as big as those in the cities, our pool is quite enough for the village.
Time check at the swimming pool. The camera was covered with vapour since the hall is humid from the water.
The pool itself.
The reception. I did not manage to take a photo while we came in. Its not that decent and the woman there is knitting for those who did not notice.
Time to leave.
We arrived home late. Outside it was already dark but early for bedtime.
Wow! My husband is already at home!
I was lucky that he had already had dinner. So I just made some tea with cheese and honey. And honestly sat with him to meditate infront of the TV. Time-check at the left corner.
After the news and a special program on crime, I turned on the computer and checked out the updates my friends had made on the social sites. Afterwards I started chatting.
Today I was the director of my day. After today comes tomorrow, which might end up to be the same as today, or be another different day. Our life is made up of these small unremarkable days, but it is because of them we feel the holidays. Goodnight everyone!
Location: the Kaluga region
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