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If our Universe had a chance to compile lists of lucky ones, girls born in the 70s in the USSR would have placed in the first place. We were lucky in a way that no generation was lucky - neither the aunts with string bags (who were born too early), nor the girls with chants (who were born too late).
We came into this world in an era of such total stability that even the change of dates in the calendar turned out to be strange: as it was, it was the fifth of January and suddenly the sixth.
Sloppy.
We grew up under a lucky star, our mothers were only worried about how to make a hairstyle "under the Brylska" and where to buy stocking boots. In a word, fate has laid in us such a foundation that you can move only with an excavator of cosmic proportions, and such ones are not yet produced.
And then this transformation happened. She aired our brains, taught us to walk both hungry and intoxicated with prospects and made it clear that only boobs are stable in this world if they are put in a push-up bra. Our mothers howled from this, forgot about Brylska and turned gray. Our dads wringed their hands because they, PhDs, were ashamed to sell potatoes.
Our little sisters were born solely because moms and dads had the only entertainment available. We were on the drum. We were free as the wind and cheerful as carefree angels. And we became free. In decision making. In choosing your path. At my age, after all!
Our mothers after 30 years became aunts. We said, "No way!" and remained girls. As we approached forty, we realized that we still liked being on the top - and created a fashion for women in their full prime.
Our younger sisters are afraid to enter adulthood and flutter through it like butterflies until they are thirty - on their mother's money, and we received our first salaries at fifteen - selling cosmetics, cigarettes and Levis jeans.
How can the crisis scare us? We survived the Pavlovian reform of 1991, the default of 1998, the crisis of 2008…
We know how to raise children on a hundred rubles a day - and wear real Louboutins. We know how to work multiple jobs – and kill time at spas. We know how to love passionately - and live alone for our own pleasure. We have no stereotypes, limits, dogmas and fears. We have life. Our own.
Source: vrazume.ru
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