This is the Part 2b of my weekly series about Russian women. More about the beautiful.
These pretty women are feminine, they are proud of being feminine, and know how to be feminine. They are good at flirting and expert at coyness. Yet, the Russian women, no matter how many university degrees she has or her business title, is always a woman and expects to be treated like one. She considers it an insult if the man does not open the door, help her with her coat, or hold her chair. She takes your arm on a stroll, particularly helpful when walking on the ice.
Russian women are interesting as people. Many are educated, well-read, cultured and able to discuss a wide range of subjects–and these days well traveled. They are thoughtful and sensitive, and prefer intelligent conversation to shallow small talk or TV humor. They have opinions and are ready to express them. They have a ready sense of humor, and like most Russians, a sense of irony and satire. They are good as friends. Honest, but polite. Direct, sometimes painfully so, but without intent to offend. She is herself.
The best season to watch the Russian women, believe it or not, is in the winter, when the mystery is framed in long elegant furs, or a tailored hooded coat over tall boots. Intriguing is the quick glimpse of a modern Anna Karenina or a Lara out of Dr. Zhivago, moving through a crowd, crossing a snowy street, maybe leading a child to school, or leaning seductively on a lamp post at a bus stop. Busily on their way, their pace is long confident strides, even on the ice.
But, then they are not all like that. Next week we will indeed talk about the babushkas and the Barbies.
Stay tuned for more