Practice Reading Russian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The stairs sit in between the living room, and the kitchen which leads to the four large bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. Roman stands in the living room speaking in Russian on the phone, saying something about money, and picking up a package of some kind. I have been studying Italian, for almost a year, and almost have it down to a T, and have only just begun to delve into Russian. Russian is much harder than Italian, and it’s very hard to read considering they have a completely different writing system than we do. But I made a promise to myself I wasn’t going to stand there stupid while everyone got to talk about whatever they wanted around me without me knowing what it was. It’s ju

I'm from Russia. - Oh. I got it. Please wait a minute! one minute! (Oh. I understand. Wait, please, a minute! One minute! - Note) He also took out his phone and, raising his index finger, smiled white-toothed and provocatively, and winked at me. Then, pressing something, he spoke into the phone and to my amazement, the phone translated his phrase to me, saying it in a mechanical male voice:

Tears streamed down my cheeks, the contentment in my chest blowing up like a balloon. “Fuck,” he rasped, his hand trembling when he slid it into my hair and cradled the back of my head. “Ya skuchal po tebe.” I missed you. “Ya tozhe skuchala po tebe,” I breathed through tears before pulling back to see his face. I missed you too. “Your Russian has gotten better.” “I’ve been studying.” Hoping. Dreaming. He wiped away a few tears while I clung to him, refusing to ever let go. “That’ll help,” he said coarsely.

Hey But Rile started talking in Russian words. He expected me to understand him, wow, thank you for making it difficult. "Pozdravlyashskyu s svafdd'boy. YA ne blizsko k svoim dvoyursodnym brat'yam, osobenno k Zekhelu, no eto prekrasnyy moment, chtoby uvidet' ikh vsekh na etom meropriyatii." I don't know what to answer, you don't understand.

"Where am I?" He ignores me and strides out into the hallway. I hear voices nearby, but I can't understand the whispered words. Sighing, my head falls back against the pillow as I close my eyes. As the shushing whispers of Russian continue to echo in the hallway, I start listing all the things I plan to do when I'm well enough to get out of bed. Learning Russian is going to be the first thing on the list. "Maria?"Mikhail's voice prods me gently, and I open my eyes when he steps into the room.

he said with a pout. “Actually, Russian is so hard to learn. I speak a little, but I’m good at Spanish very good, actually. A friend of mine has been helping to practice it.” I said nonchalantly. “How many languages do you speak?” Michael asked “Not many. I only read a couple of books when I was bored. It’s nothing actually.“ I said with a blush. I hate to be the center of attention. “Girl, you are so modest, you are beautiful, and from what I get good at school, speaking weird languages and having magical fingers of a surgeon.

"Yes?" "Stop. Or it’s going to be over before you get to the rest." "Mm. We can't have that, but you’re going to have to be strong for me moy bol'shoy medved." Fuck. Me. Hearing Russian from his mouth will forever be my kryptonite. The pronunciation is perfect. Just the way I taught him. My big bear. My cock is straining up, used to this being the point where it gets to sink into his unfathomably perfect heat.

"No!" "You never learn, любовь!" With a snarl, Alexei aggressively grabbed her throat and delivered a forceful slap to her buttocks, causing a lingering sting. A contented grin adorned his face upon hearing Rara cry out his name. He adjusted her legs from his shoulders, securing them around his waist. Leaning down, he pressed his face against her neck while firmly gripping her buttocks and gyrating his pelvis against hers. "Louder, любовь." Alexei snarled in her ear. "Scream till only our names are imprinted on your tongue.”

“You want to know what set it off?” He nods, clearly amused by how flustered I am. “I’m all ears.” I hesitate for a second, feeling my face heat up again. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but there’s no way out now. “It’s... it’s when you speak Russian.” Ruslan’s eyebrows shoot up, clearly not expecting that answer. “When I speak Russian?” he repeats, and I can hear the disbelief in his voice. I nod, biting my lip. “Yeah. It’s... the way you sound when you speak it.”