Once in a while I run into this Latvian elderly couple, and they always insist on speaking Russian to me (good thing for my Russian) (hence the title of this post). They are very nice and today they really made my day.
Any woman will know how it feels to be bloated like a balloon. It's just not nice. You look at yourself in the mirror and see a round little snowman who bears no resemble to the real you, no clothes fit. And days like that it really is nice to hear that half-worried "Твоя мама не кормит тебя". (no worries, I'm eating like a little horse most of the time).
Another mood lifter is a certain Dutch DJ:
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