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interracialaccount · 3 years

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Russian wives in Africa

Soon after the festival of youth and students in Moscow in 1985, “national cadres” from Africa literally poured in to study in the USSR, among which there were many potential suitors. Still, our girls needed some courage to take this step! This was the first wave of Soviet brides to Africa.

For the inhabitants of the USSR who were still living behind the Iron Curtain, marriage with an African was considered exotic. In addition, Soviet girls could not take out and legalize their own diploma of education, they could not leave without the written permission of one of their parents. And it was, in fact, a one-way ticket: they said goodbye to their relatives forever.

The meager philistine information about Africa was rather negative for them. Girls were intimidated by poverty and harems. They were called "women of easy virtue" and "adventurers."

How many Russian wives now live on the Black Continent?

According to the most rough estimates, there are from 40 to 50 thousand of them, together with minor children. In Morocco, for example, there are from 3.5 to 4 thousand of them, and there are countries where only 3-4 Russian women live in marriage with local residents.

The geography of mixed families covered almost all countries of the continent. But the statistics are very uncertain. If before 1993 our local consular services were engaged in this and practically all citizens of our country were registered, then after the period of “enlargement” of embassies and consular services on the continent, the situation has changed. Women sometimes had to cross two state borders to get to the Russian embassy to solve their problems. Mandatory registration has been abolished, which means that a certain percentage of women have gone into the shadows. And if an armed conflict took place somewhere, and this is not uncommon for Africa, and an EMERCOM plane was called in to evacuate our compatriots and their children, many times more of them could come than according to the list of the embassy.

Why do Russian brides choose African grooms?

Often these positions were combined with such a reason as "a forced step caused by previous marital failures." One was embarrassed by her height and married a Ugandan late, the other was “not listed” on the bride market in Krasnodar and found her happiness in Benin. It is curious that psychologists note that many women from these marriage unions have the so-called complex of romantic infantilism.

There are women who just like this type of man.

There are many examples of love, when women lost their heads over the physical beauty of black men. Here is what Sasha, a Muscovite, told about her aesthetic impressions from meeting Saleh, an athlete from Senegal: “When I look at him, it seems to me that he does everything differently: he moves, speaks, looks. He is very graceful... Kissing, hugging him is not easy, it's like a constant dance. I have never experienced this with European men.”

Africans know how to beautifully look after, come on a date in a suit and a white shirt, with champagne and flowers for mom. Especially in the provinces it was exotic. And it was the girls from the provinces who willingly made such contacts. There was a case in the Rostov region when an African groom was even offered to choose a bride on a competitive basis.

What are Africans guided by when choosing a Russian wife?

Motivation includes such general things as love, compatibility, pregnancy of a partner, the desire to legitimize intimate life, the desire to find a life partner suitable for educational or professional status, an attempt to improve living conditions during study, and more recently, business in Russia and citizenship RF.

In addition, many Africans are attracted to women of the white race, in whom they see the standard of femininity, a symbol of prestige and status. By the way, on a national basis, Russians, Ukrainians and Belarusians predominate in the "bride contingent for Africans". Women from the Asian republics of the former USSR are extremely rarely included in the statistics. Among the motives for such a choice of a bride, there may also be opportunistic interest. Interestingly, in one of the Soviet provincial cities in the 80s of the last century, a peculiar situation developed when Nigerian students - future doctors actively married Russian students and graduates of medical universities and colleges, in advance "staffing" free staff for private practice at their homeland.

It is unlikely that all our girls imagine what awaits them in distant Africa.

Often women left who could not find Africa even on the world map. They were unaware that they would have to go to a country where there may be a different religion, where polygamy takes place. That a husband can forget about your birthday, be two hours late for a meeting. It's okay there.

For many Africans, side connections are normal. Many Russian women have not escaped adultery. Someone parted, someone turned a blind eye to it. Some husbands sought happiness among "their own", suddenly discovering that not everything in Russian women meets their criteria for married life. Romantic ideas often did not withstand a collision with reality. One woman told me how she almost turned into a pillar of salt when a group of half-naked men jumped out of the tall grass - it turned out to be her husband's relatives who had gathered to joyfully meet the young couple.

When the newly-baked husband and wife descended the airplane ladder to African soil, not just the climate changed for the compatriot - the husband himself changed: he returned home, where his word and the word of his family are law. A Russian woman who went to Kenya with her husband said that in Moscow both love for children, and interest in scientific work, and attitude towards his wife - "all this was a mask." At home, he became completely different ...

The fates developed in different ways: someone lived in a hut with an earthen floor, and someone lived in a villa with servants. But our women adapted almost everywhere.

And how many terrible stories, when our compatriots fell into the epicenter of ethnic conflicts, coups, military operations. This happens very often in African countries. One Russian woman who married an African military man, who later joined the guards of the then President of the People's Republic of the Congo, Marian Nguabi. The president was killed, her husband was accused of participating in a conspiracy, sentenced to death, which was later replaced by an indefinite exile, and she was almost shot. Saved by the fact that she was a citizen of the Soviet Union.

Another Russian wife still cannot forget how they were evacuated during regular unrest in the Republic of the Congo (then it was called the People's Republic of the Congo). The eldest son, according to her, matured overnight. When they ran through the airport to the plane and the shelling began, he fell to the ground, covering his younger brother with his body.

An incredible story happened to a woman from Rostov-on-Don. She herself is a doctor, she took a half-breed child from the orphanage. I started looking for his father and found him. They got married and all together left for his African country. It was a happy family.

Then the hostilities began there. The father went missing, the mother and child hid in the woods. She died of malaria. And the boy had to be saved. The alarm was raised by his Russian grandmother. We mobilized all diplomatic possibilities and delivered the boy to Russia.

On the whole, our women are well and kindly received in northern Africa: in Morocco, Tunisia, and to a lesser extent in Algeria. But in some countries (Kenya, Sierra Leone) Russian wives are disliked.

A mestizo child born in Africa is perceived more simply, more cordially than in Russia. He quickly adapts to African reality. In mixed Afro-Russian families, as a rule, there are not so many children, on average 2-3 children maximum. These are the so-called "quality" children, they receive a lot of attention, they are not just working hands in the family, but children in whom they invest in order to get "their own elite." Mestizo children are a complex, not always painless combination of two cultures, two races. Many of them speak two or even four languages, including the local dialect.

Mothers introduce children to Russian culture. Little mestizos easily quote Pushkin and Lermontov, sing Russian songs, participate in theatrical performances. The circles of the Russian language, libraries with Russian books are tremblingly preserved in associations of compatriots and in Russian cultural centers. The flower of patriotism blooms in a foreign land. Their children in today's wealthy mixed families are often sent to study in Europe or America.

The flow of students from Africa has declined sharply in recent years. Now the bar for higher education in Russia has been lowered, and the cost of education has increased. Previously, many students came according to the quotas of Soviet public organizations. Quotas for Russian cultural centers still exist, and although they have been greatly reduced, they are still not completely selected.

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strippernauseous-blog · 5 years

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Привет, я хочу поделиться с тобой частичкой своей жизни. Надеюсь, эти слова помогут тебе. Мне пришлось пройти невероятно долгий путь до принятия себя. Серьёзно, ещё год назад такое простое действие как выложить в общий доступ своё фото, давалось мне с невероятным трудом. Из-за недовольства собой во мне росло раздражение. Я была зла, обижена. На себя. Нежелательные килограммы, широкие и такие неженственные плечи, узкие бёдра, нос с горбинкой. Все во мне не соответствовало стандартам красоты, так любезно транслируемыми СМИ. Шаг за шагом я выстраивала отношения с собой, было сложно начать относиться к своему телу с любовью и благодарностью, особенно после стольких лет самобичевания. Вот оно, со своими особенностями, несовершенствами и это делает его совершенным. Это делает каждое тело совершенным. Я знаю, эта мысль не нова, но если ты недоволен(а) собой, остановись и скажи себе «я люблю каждый сантиметр своего тела. Оно просто замечательное. Я желаю ему добра». На моей коже все ещё есть шрамы, как напоминание той боли и неприятия, но теперь я знаю, мы заодно. #girl #krasnodar #aesthetic #instagood #me #бодипозитив (at Krasnodar) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2zEtYNIwyW/?igshid=eepj2l34tjzy

#girl #krasnodar #aesthetic #instagood #me #бодипозитив

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gaurav-ghanshyam · 6 years

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#feb #picoftheday #anime #aesthetic #cosplayer #cosplay #beauty #gay #blackclothes #trapanime #sailormoon #emogirl yaoi #selfie #blackandwhitephoto #pretty #kawaii #blackandwhite #newyear #krasnodar #valentine #moscow #russia #��раснодар #red #green #puppy #vsco #cool #awesome #black (at Alfred Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtvlkVnB8JI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3ubm2erwliba

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viandede-porque · 3 years

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The Creation of Motya

#matvey safonov #fc krasnodar #krasnodar aesthetics

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magistralucis · 4 years

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In the snow! Missing the other! Soft gop bromance, please :D

In the snow, missing the other // Gopnik AU Bromance (Soft ver.)

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“Oh, how I’ve missed you all!”

So Mike calls as he abandons his valise in the kitchen, rushing out into the garden. Since moving to Krasnodar this is the longest he’s been away; Louis laughs, fondness swelling in his heart, as he switches on the kitchen light and leans against the door to watch him. Outside it is fast getting dark, but Mike insists on bidding his doves hello, his breath streaming behind him as he wades out into the snowy garden and into the aviary.

“You came in time, they’re still awake, but only just. Should I prepare something?”

“Tea would be nice!” Yes, tea, and a full course of dinner. Louis takes note but does little with it for the time being, breathing out carefully as he enters the garden as well. Thank God for the memory of columbidae: the doves are absolutely delighted to see him, cooing and preening him as soon as he’s inside, trying to land on his arm. “How many are here? One, two, three... not a single one gone, thank God! How have you been, Lyova? Masha, Vanya, Ksyusha? And you, Immanuel? I’ve been studying at your namesake!” Lyubochka, the ever-beautiful cocoa and white one, settles on his shoulder. “Sweet ones… my darling girls… Milaya ty moya!”

Inside the house are the king pigeons Mike still needs to say hello to. But right now, he’s absolutely covered by living beings that love him and he looks so happy - well, there’s no hurry, he’ll have as much love later indoors. Lyubochka comes to say hello to Louis as well. He pets her crest, the snow-white feathers so soft they seem to be of another world. Her aesthetic also makes Louis grin uncontrollably because it reminds him of something that happened on their way home. Mike had come straight to the cafe from the airport, and they were hurrying back home, when they stopped at a traffic light and Mike said, off-handedly: “Give me konfeta.”

“W-what?”

“I saw you grab a handful from the kitchen!” Mike had laughed then, his eyes shining in the sunset; Louis blushed, the glossy red Moskvichki caramels burning a hole in his pocket. “I haven’t eaten half the day, I need some sugar. Just one, please.”

So he got konfeta. As this was the same reason Louis took the caramels in the first place, they both had one. The chocolate shell was crunchy and the snow was soft and the whole thing felt like something out of a novel, and Mike was back home with him, and it was good.

That’s the reality of it sinking in, that Mike is home. They were both very matter-of-fact about his going, but actually feeling the length between his presence and absence is different. When Mike bids the doves goodnight and steps out of the aviary, he takes his beloved by the waist and embraces him warmly, kissing his hair and along his neck. “Feels good to be back?”

“Goodness, yes!” They spin around and fall down to lie together in the snow. It was untouched before Mike returned, so there’s a nice thick cushion which built up last night. “Thanks for taking care of everything while I was away. I can’t wait to caress you and curl up in our bed.”

Well then, why wait? Louis says as much, before he pulls Mike close and kisses him. The soft down of his coat covers them both. They love to kiss slow, because they didn't get to their first time. Mike is boyishly receptive, shy to begin but soon eagerly reaching for more, wrapping one arm around Louis's shoulders while his other hand strokes down his back. The darkness makes him bold and he kisses Louis again and again: small pecks against his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, all before he sinks into the snow and surrenders to the other's lips once more. He tastes like caramel liqueur. Louis's fingers tease through the sweet dark curls of his hair. Mouth on smiling mouth, silent and content, only their doves cooing softly in the dark.

No matter what goes on outside, the world is gentle here.

Eventually they have to break apart for breath. Louis obviously thinks this is a real shame, and if anything, pulls Mike even closer to him in the anxiety they've been exposed too long to the cold. Though he need not worry; they're both breathing a little heavily, their cheeks flushed. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too.” Mike's fingers are delicate against his stubble. He cups Louis's cheek and presses one last kiss on the corner of his lips, his catlike mouth soft and warm. He tucks himself happily into the other's arms and they sit together for a while, gazing back into the house. The garden brims with gratitude and pleasure, only the dim golden light from the kitchen tickling their feet, a silken twilight of love. Yes, this is good. “Kaliningrad was beautiful, but here everything is vibrant, more alive. I rather believe it has something to do with you. What have you done with the colours of my life?”

“Added some, I hope.” Louis laughs, then stands up, lifting Mike easily out of the snow. He tries for a playful squeeze of the backside as he carries him back into the house, and receives blushing protests in return. “There, see? From pale to healthy pink, all because of me.” He kisses Mike's cheek. “Truly I am a miracle worker.”

"You're very strange, is what you are.”

“But not so strange I can't love you like you deserve.” Louis counters as he sets him down, chuckling as Mike nuzzles lazily against his shoulder. “Come then, Misha. I'll get the dinner started.”

#absolut kurant #gopnik au (bromance)#fanfiction #drabble #kissing prompts #long post under cut #not pictured: me taking my penultimate piece of moskvichka and analyzing it carefully while writing #they're really nice. very cronchy. even more so in winter i expect!#it should be конфету when misha asks... but konfeta doesn't have an equivalent in english at all so i've just left it in the nominative #aha 😂#i loved writing this! thank you for the request! <3333

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