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Але обі молодії

Misha had done many exciting thing. Whenever it was stealing a large amount of alcohol. That much that he reasonably couldn't drink it, he just stole it to be in control that his adoptive family couldn't give him. Or fight behind the school with some kids just for the sake of letting adrenaline out. But it was never this knuckles-whitening, what made his knees tremble.

Oh, this was all real. Misha had done many exciting thing. Whenever it was stealing a large amount of alcohol. That much that he reasonably couldn't drink it, he just stole it to be in control that his adoptive family couldn't give him. Or fight behind the school with some kids just for the sake of letting adrenaline out. But it was never this knuckles-whitening, what made his knees tremble. It was hot, Misha pulled the brim of his vyshyvanka, red embrodery gentle under his fingers.

He feels like a cat who got a whole jar of smetana, so much passion it physically hurts. He bows to Tala's babusia, had to he respectful of his elders. It was something he never did in Canada because of how awful were all the adults in here. He still hoped that his adoptive house will break with his adoptive caregivers (he refuses to call them batky) inside. But he can hear a suble shock from the choir. And even from here, Misha can feel korovai heat. The dinky ormanent running on the bread. The fine shyshky and braids decorated it. Oh they didn't stall on the proper welcome. A small reservoir filled with salt was inserted right on the top of it, fixated by decorarions. Misha wished he could make one too. At least it would get for a tradition of the families exchanging.

But at the moment, he stood one step in front of rushnyk. Natalia next to him. Her dress was all colorful. Bright like a pied bird, and if Misha had let his imagination out, he could beautiful imagine wings of an angel. Real, next to him like a dream that came to life

"Okay, you go first!" She let out a short laugh and Misha felt something melting inside his soul.

"No, no, ladies first." He patted Natalia's back. Of course, the traditions were not that important in terms of modern day. But they both wanted a fucking Ukranian vesillia. And after spending years in Canada with nobody caring about his culture, Misha had longed to feel home. And it would be so rude of him to put himself above his love. So they laugh like two kids and pull eachother forward.

The ceremony was so unnerving, even more than paying the ransom. You wouldn't want to leave with a pumpkin. He had practised showering Tala in compliments enough during their online relationship era. Even if most of this was too unpropriate to be told in front of the family. It was a good practice and Misha knew how to properly shower his woman in words she deserved. al. He was here, with the love of his life. On the towel. (Ocean conplained somewhere from the crowd that they would make it dirty. Well, what did she know about traditions?) Table is breaking from the food. Yes, they did take it seriously.

Misha knew his side felt very underwhelming compared to Natalia. There were some frieds from Ukraine, he got them all the way back before Canada. And who used to be in that stupid choir back in the days. There was something satisfying in watching them trying to understand a word and failing miserably. Misha knew he should've been expecting that to come. But it just made everything so damn funnier.

"Natalia," He feels light from passion. It streams in his veins like a poison. It rakes him over, and he can barely stand. "My divine Tala, looking in your eyes, I don't see the boy I am, but the man I must become to posess you." He takes her hand, weaving their fingers together. "I wish to take all the pain from your soul, and in the passion factory in my heart transform it into functional joy." Her brown eyes are wide open, suprise, maybe even delightful shock. Misha had prepared his speech a long time ago, not once saying it out loud. "I want to take your hand by the Cheremosh river and with all Ukraine as withness," he spreaded his arms wide, looking around the place, for a moment he catches the older generation of Bolinski. Natalia's tato placed his palm on his wife's shoulder. Silently nodding to Misha, great words getting even more of his approval. "Take you as my wife!" He leans in closer, whispering. "Let rivers run wild, or let them be dawned, I lay my masculinity at the altar of you maidenhood."

Tala's eyes are glimmering bright, like two polished ambers. "Oh Misha," she crounched into his arms, shaking from chuckles. Small tears showed up from the corners of her eyes. "You were always so gangsta-tough on the outside. But also longing for someone close to you." He can feel his hands trembling. Yes, yes, she got it right. "I wish to he the one to hold you in your biggest achievements and failures. When you rise with the heaven's wings or fall down again and again. I will always be here." His heart is ready to commint a fucking marathone across the earth with just one step. It was so cool, Misha found himself sweating buckets. Blinking vecause he was on an edge of physical weeping.

Ring felt heavy. The gold shone on the sunlight, bright. For a brief second, Misha just stared at it, bound in his right hand. A symbol of their lives tied together like a rap chorus. Oh, it was unbelievable, Natalia Bolinska was his zhinka now. Something that felt like a distant dream that he couldn't reach was right in front of him. So what Misha did as a proper cholovik is grabbing his wife, taking her into a kiss. For a long long time that their faces are red. Because he need everyone to see them. For the whole Ukraine to know that Misha Bachinski had the most beautiful narechena in the whole country— No, in the whole world!

Rushnyk is tied nice and tight on their hands, just like the burning passionate love. "Гірко!" Somebody yells, and soon the Ukranian part of guests repeats in one voice. Some bright, some almost crying. Constance, Penny and Noel get the rythm and repeat along with everyone with a terrible accent that kills Misha's ears. Part of him wondered if it was how they gelt about his English in Canada. Ocean does slightly so better. Of course, a perfectionist like she is would prepare as much as she could. Ricky claps along with the others while molodi walk hand by hand to the table. Tied together in the fate's embroidery.

This work is written because the 23th of August is Ukranian flag day AND the 24th of August is Ukraine Independence Day we know how to shift our celebrations. And you know what's the best way to celebrate it? Write a fanfic Some context nobody needs but anyway. Here's your stupidly long end notes Ransom that Misha had mentioned is one of Ukranian wedding traditions. The day of the wedding groom must come to the bribe's family with gifts, where the family stops him and asks to pay for the bribe. At the same time asking questions and making the future husband compliment and praising his love until the bribe is hanged over to him. In the older times this was the way to ask for a hand and propose, if the woman or her family refused, they hang the pumking over so the man wouldn't leave empty-handed. If the marriage was accepted, the woman gave a piece a bread on s rushnyk to her match. Rushnyk (Рушник — Ukranian traditional towel with embroidery) plays an important role too. It was placed in front of the couple,the person who steps first was traditionally considered the leader of the house and who's opinion is valued more. This tradition isn't really popular nowadays, the bribe and the groom are usually just walking hand by hand down the asileas the equial partners. Also stepping on the rushnyk symbolyses future life together. Tying arms on the newlyweds with a rushnik symbolyses how they unite their lives and souls in marriage Korovai is a traditional bread from Eastern Europe. It's most noticeable for its decorative side. It's commonly made for weddings, but in general it's a part of bread-salt welcome and can be given on other occasions too. For weddings, it's traditionally baked by the married women of the bribe family. In the Eastern Ukraine korovai traditionally baked in the bride's own house. In Volhynia and Podolia (geographical regions. They closer to the west, but not the most western parts) korovai is made at the relatives house. Korovai bread is concindered one of the main symbols (if not the main) of Ukranian wedding. Translations Vesillia (Весілля) — Wedding Vyshyvanka (Вишиванка) — Ukranian traditional embroidered shirt for both men and women Tato(Тато) — Dad Babusia(Бабуся) — Grandmother Molodi (Молоді ) — newlyweds Oh, and also the official tag made me doubt in the past fic. But now I can proudly say IT'S MISHA BACHINSKYI not Mischa Bachinski And on more casual note I will repeat that nobody in Ukraine will use Talia as a diminitive from Natalia. The word Талія literally means waist. So unless Misha has some very weird waist fetish (or wants to set up a prank with somebody calling Natalia as waist) There's no chance it would even be a thing.

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