I FELT LIKE TL;DRING OKAY? >(
[In the infant hours of morning there sits a Raikova in the kitchen.
She wouldn't understand if one made a comment about stereotypes involving women and kitchens, because she has never needed to learn those skills. If one made a comment about women in male-dominated fields like the military, though, then she would most definitely understand; for a while, it was all she ever knew.
But right now, stirring her tea around and watching it swirl, Ivanya doesn't know what she knows anymore. It's easy to punch an idiotic soldier in the balls for, well, having enough of them to tell her that her beautiful Soviet Union collapsed some time in the bizarre future, but it not so easy to ignore the same words from a fellow Russian military woman. They are sisters, born from the same motherland, and Ivanya's having a hard time remaining ignorant. She can't blissfully remain happy with the knowledge that in her time, the Soviet Union is grand and prosperous - and who the hell cares about the future when things are great in '64? - because it isn't the real political situation that concerns her. It's the idea, the principle of it, that leaves her sitting at the table, staring into a cup of black tea.
It's strangely been a few days since she's seen Ivan, so she can't talk about it with him, and at this stage in her thoughts she's not ready to discuss it with Volgin...
...Because she's not sure how to communicate that when the Soviet Union theoretically collapsed for her, so did her absolute faith in it - and that right now she's just looking for something to believe in.
Eventually she grows tired of simply stirring her tea and opts to down it, appreciating the realness of it hot down her throat. She goes to make some more, which is what one will find the woman doing upon entering the kitchen.
She can't cook, she can't bake, but man can she brew some tea.
Have some?]
She wouldn't understand if one made a comment about stereotypes involving women and kitchens, because she has never needed to learn those skills. If one made a comment about women in male-dominated fields like the military, though, then she would most definitely understand; for a while, it was all she ever knew.
But right now, stirring her tea around and watching it swirl, Ivanya doesn't know what she knows anymore. It's easy to punch an idiotic soldier in the balls for, well, having enough of them to tell her that her beautiful Soviet Union collapsed some time in the bizarre future, but it not so easy to ignore the same words from a fellow Russian military woman. They are sisters, born from the same motherland, and Ivanya's having a hard time remaining ignorant. She can't blissfully remain happy with the knowledge that in her time, the Soviet Union is grand and prosperous - and who the hell cares about the future when things are great in '64? - because it isn't the real political situation that concerns her. It's the idea, the principle of it, that leaves her sitting at the table, staring into a cup of black tea.
It's strangely been a few days since she's seen Ivan, so she can't talk about it with him, and at this stage in her thoughts she's not ready to discuss it with Volgin...
...Because she's not sure how to communicate that when the Soviet Union theoretically collapsed for her, so did her absolute faith in it - and that right now she's just looking for something to believe in.
Eventually she grows tired of simply stirring her tea and opts to down it, appreciating the realness of it hot down her throat. She goes to make some more, which is what one will find the woman doing upon entering the kitchen.
She can't cook, she can't bake, but man can she brew some tea.
Have some?]