Practice Reading Russian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Practice until death shudders in your wake. I don’t pause when I practice, never. If I plan to do two hours of exercise and training, I don’t pause until I’m done practicing. That’s one of the things I learned from him. Whenever I exercise I'm forced to remember the pains I passed through in his hands. Staying in the cold streets of Russia didn’t only bring out the beast in me. Staying with him brought out that darkest side of me. I can’t forget his torture, the pains I experienced while serving under him.

So big that he was literally tearing me in halves. “You can take it, Babochka.” He planted the words against my ear before teasing the sensitive spot with his tongue. His other hand came between us and flicked my clit once, twice. I felt my walls growing lax, and he sheathed himself until he was halfway in. “That’s it, malyshka. You are doing a great job.” Russian. That was Russian. I knew because I read in some novel back then! “Yes! Ty takaya krasivaya! Moya!” He praised in a foreign language. I was lost in hearing him sing such aggressive yet heavenly praises, the fucker knew to distract me because he took that moment to drive into me in one soul-shattering thrust.

When he growls as I do, pride fills me for what I do to him. “There she is, my dirty little slut wet for my cock. A virgin sucking my cock like you’re starving for it. This time you’re going to taste my come. I’m not finishing down your throat. Dirty girls swallow come.” He says it in Russian, low and guttural in his big chest.

He was clearly capable of showing love to the elderly, just not to his father. “How do you say ‘Nice to meet you’ In Russian?” I asked, looking at Vladim. He smiled sweetly for a second, then responded “Приятно познакомиться” I frowned with a smile, then attempted to repeat what Vladim had said “Uhm…” I turned to Alexsei and smiled “Priyatna paznakomitcya?” I said, unsure.

"You'll want to write it too one da..y." "You struggle with 'day,'" I said, hoping that bringing up his stutter wouldn't offend him. He just shrugged and replied, "All 'Da' sounds." I couldn't help but smile as I looked up at him. "What is 'day' in Russian?" "Den'," he replied fluidly with a playful wink. As he spoke, I listened carefully, focusing on the pronunciation and rhythm of his words. The more he said, the more comfortable I felt around him. There was no pressure to be anything other than just James, which made all the difference in this strange new world I barely managed to navigate.

Week Five — Words and Wires Language drills. Sonja, chalk-streaked and merciless, ran them through rapid-fire Arabic, Indonesian, and Russian situational phrases. Bruno mangled vowels with cheerful violence. Wolfgang surprised everyone by ordering bread convincingly in three languages. Frank’s Russian sounded like winter and secrets. Jack’s Indonesian had the clean edges of old work.

Royalty laughed We looked at her confused. "Punish me after Xav." she said picking up a pencil and looking at the paper in Russian in front of me "There's a pattern which I read about in a book a long time ago. It's really ancient and I believe the Russian have used this method in sending this letter to you. It looks like nonsense but the words are hidden inside it. Look here. Cross out the first two, skip five then cross one." I looked down at the paper in amazement. In the first bundle of letter a word came out clear. 'Shvedskiy'.

Perhaps if she played nice enough, she could negotiate with him on the terms of her survival somehow. A servant undid the napkin on her side and placed it on her lap. A bowl of butternut squash soup was placed on her plate. “How do you like your steak?” Alexei asked. “Medium.” Alexei nodded to the servant, who promptly left. “I haven’t seen you around.” He grabbed the stem of his wine glass. “Have you been locked up in your room all day?” She picked up her spoon. “I was reading Anna Karenina.” “Oh? And how do you find it?”

Abrams added, "You must never address Mr. Yakov directly unless he speaks to you first. If you have concerns, you will bring them to Ms. Svetlana, who will handle any communication with Mr. Yakov on your behalf." I glanced at Ms. Svetlana, who was still glaring daggers at me. Fantastic. "Fifth," Mr. Abrams announced, "You are required to learn basic Russian phrases and use them with Mila. This will ensure she becomes fluent in her native tongue." I swallowed hard, hoping I could pick up a new language as quickly as I'd been thrust into this job. This list was just getting more and more impossible.

I teased. She blushed again and nothing more was said. The next night we had another great dinner and then spent three hours in an intense Russian lesson. Their language is very difficult to speak, read, or write. Elke wanted me to be perfect in all three! At the end of the lesson I said, "I have to go."