"That is all right. I can speak Russian." Martin smiles as he speaks, bright and optimistic. He wasn't expecting to run into a Russian at all, but it's far better than any of the city's Americans. It may even be better than a fellow German. After all, they could just as easily turn out to be Western rather than Eastern. With a Soviet though he knew where he stood. They were comrades.
It also helps that his Russian is far, far better than his English. He's won prizes for it.
"We study it in school. Teacher says I am so good I could maybe even go and study in Moscow one day." Moscow. His expression loses a bit of its earlier cheerfulness, replaced by something more wistful and even patriotic. It lasts a moment or so, then he returns his attention to the other boy, his head tilting slightly in curiosity. "It is a little warm for that coat, I think. And the hat. Why don't you take them off?"
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Date: 2017-09-23 07:43 am (UTC)It also helps that his Russian is far, far better than his English. He's won prizes for it.
"We study it in school. Teacher says I am so good I could maybe even go and study in Moscow one day." Moscow. His expression loses a bit of its earlier cheerfulness, replaced by something more wistful and even patriotic. It lasts a moment or so, then he returns his attention to the other boy, his head tilting slightly in curiosity. "It is a little warm for that coat, I think. And the hat. Why don't you take them off?"