Letter(s) from Daria Patrusheva to Malcolm (New Zealand)

Letter 1

Hello Phil This is great to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
Though I know a little about you now but I feel that you are an interesting man and it will be a great pleasure for me to communicate with you.
I'm wondering what is the time difference between us. E-mail is so good - it delivers messages in seconds.
Many kilometers are between us, on the other hand, we are no longer so far away to each other.
I promised you to write about myself. I was born in Volzhsk - quite large Russian city.
My father is a colonel and he had to travel around all Russia during his military service in past.
My mom told that they had changed a lot of places from the Eastern coast of Russia to the Western borders with Ukraine and Belorussia.
I did not have that opportunity to travel with my family because when I was born my father's service was ending up.
I was six when we moved to Saratov, This was the last move of our family and my father retired.
I went to school in Saratov. In ten years I entered the Pedagogical Institute - an institution where you get high education, like college or university.
But now I again live to Volzhsk.
Then I became an engineer in physics. I had a chance to be a teacher after graduation.
But I went the other way. Teaching is not popular nowadays here.
Teachers are poor. I'm not saying that I'm reach. I can survive being an engineer.
But I decided to go study further as a post-graduate (you call it Master Study).
Knowledge is never useless - the more you get it the less you worry about your future.
Now I work at a plant of machinery. Quite depressing because the plant is staggering.
Soviet time ran away like Forrest Gump, consequently, there are no governmental contracts with our board.
No contracts - no work. The plant was basically reconstructed for the needs of local businesses.
They produce metallic doors and other staff of whatever nature.
I work as a specialist in metals. Unfortunately I live with my mother and father.
I have sister and brother. We occupy a three room apartment in the center of the city.
I have my single room. My father loves my mother very much and our family is happy.
But I, growing and becoming a real lady, want to find my love also.

I would surrender to him all my tender and talent. I do not want to bother you with my long letters.
I just hope we will continue to talk. I'm anxious to know more about you.
Write me also about yourself - work, family, dreams. Please send me also your photo if possible.
I check my e-mail often here in the office. I'll respond you immediately.
Have a sunny day! Darya