Gulnara - Gulnara_kd@outlook.com
Posted: 26 January 2023
from: Gulnara <Gulnara_kd@outlook.com>
date: Jan 26, 2023, 10:31 PM
subject: In this letter, I would like to tell you how my day went, why I chose my profession.
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Hello my friend. I was glad to receive your letter. How are
you? What is the weather like in your city?? I hope I'm not boring you
with my big letters and stories about myself?? Answer me honestly.
Ok?? Although it may seem like a big minus to you. But, I really like
to write and tell about myself in detail, so that you would be
interested in learning about me as much as possible. I just don't have
such free time to communicate with you in real time when you are
online. Where we could communicate on various social networks, and
learn about each other. Believe me, there are serious reasons for
this, which I have already written about earlier, and why we cannot
communicate the way you want. Still, I really hope that this will not
affect our further communication in any way. If you have any thoughts
that bother you, then I will answer them in the next letter. Now I
wanted to tell you about my day and how it went.
Today my day was calm. My sister and I planned to go to my mother.
Last week, my sister and I planned this hike. We went to the store and
bought all the necessary products for cooking, a bouquet of white
roses, a bottle of red wine, a box of chocolates. It was a long way,
and eventually we got to our mother's house. The last time my sister
and I visited my mother was last month. Our mother was glad to see us,
it's a pity that due to work and free time, we can't see our mother
often. When we got home, my mother met us, she was glad to see us by
her look. We immediately went to the kitchen, unpacked the grocery
bags. I opened a bottle of red wine. I poured them into glasses, drank
a little, and started cooking. I suggested to cook the chicken in the
oven from the beginning, and after that to cook, start cooking
pancakes. Everyone agreed with me and got down to business. Mom
immediately started peeling potatoes. I started butchering the
chicken. My sister started making sauce for the chicken at that time.
After all the ingredients were ready, everything was put in the oven
to bake. At the same time, Mom started cooking pancakes. Forty minutes
later, we started setting the table. We sat down and ate, and began to
remember the past. First we talked about Dad, how we miss him, how
much fun we spent together with each other. Mom even started crying
from all this nostalgia in order to somehow divert this topic of
conversation. I had to tell about my past when I was in my teens
engaged in modeling as a part-time job. Because at that time there was
not enough scholarship, and it was necessary to somehow provide
themselves with housing, food, and so on. It was big news for mom,
because I didn't tell her what I was doing in general. But, at the
same moment, my sister already knew what I was doing and what I was
doing for a living. In case you forgot, I want to remind you that my
sister has already studied to be a photographer. To make a portfolio
for yourself. Elvira helped me with all this. You will most likely be
wondering why, in the end, I am now working in my profession, and not
as a model, although I had all the prospects of becoming a
professional model. Now about everything in order, okay my friend?
An interesting question is why I chose the profession of a surgeon
and not another one. First of all, I chose the profession of a surgeon
because there were doctors in my family (only a generation of women).
My mother worked as a surgeon (cardiac surgeon) while she was alive,
my grandmother was an ENT doctor (otolaryngologist). On the one hand,
as a child I didn't want to be a doctor. But over time I changed my
mind, as a child I wanted to become a ballerina. But because of the
lack of money in my family. I had to participate in regular dances (it
was my hobby as a child). I loved dancing when I was little. After I
grew up and became a teenager (at that time I was about 22 years old),
I was offered to become a model. I was even contacted by a modeling
agency. I even came to the casting. I went to training courses. How to
walk properly, how to stand properly, and even how to eat properly.
Because the models had a strict diet. At that time, they paid a small
amount of money about 20,000-30,000 rubles. This job took away almost
all of my free time, and it was mentally and physically tiring. I
worked in this agency for about six months. I understood that at this
rate it would be difficult for me to combine my studies and work as a
model. In the end, I didn't have enough patience. I quit this job.
Because it was for me to be a professional model it takes a lot of
time. I repeat, it is necessary to engage in forced workouts that
depleted the body. It is necessary to eat right (I don't call it a
proper diet, most likely, this is a "survive without food" test). +
there is no freedom to all this! From morning to night you work like a
horse, and there is nothing useful in this modeling profession. Only
temporary fame and money. They tried to convince me to stay and
continue my career. But!!! I refused because I understood inside that
this profession was not for me. For this reason, I quit the agency.
After that, I decided to resume my studies. I found another part-time
job that didn't take up much of my time. A year later, a practice
appeared, for which I was already paid. Now I hope you understand from
where I get beautiful photos, since I had a little experience in the
modeling business. Even now I remember the whole story with warmth in
my heart, but then it was a difficult period in my life for me. From
all this story, my mom was shocked. If she found out what I had been
doing in the past, she wouldn't let me in any way. Alas, what
happened, nothing can change. We sat a little longer, finished our
wine, and got ready to go home. I decided to come to the Internet cafe
to tell you how my day was. My friend how was your day?? It
would be interesting for me to listen to you. What are your plans for
this weekend, or in general for this week?? I have plans to go to an
orphanage this week. Our polyclinic periodically conducts a free
examination, dental treatment for children. But, sends only volunteers
who really want to help children. I agreed to this condition, even
though they won't pay for this procedure. These are my plans for this
week.
I want us to be open with each other. Do not you think it is wrong
that you saw my photos, but I did not see yours? Are you embarrassed
about your appearance or do not trust me? I opened to you and want the
same from you. Therefore, I will wait for your photo.
At this point, I'm going to go home. I will be looking forward to
your reply. Your friend Gulnara
date: Jan 26, 2023, 10:31 PM
subject: In this letter, I would like to tell you how my day went, why I chose my profession.
mailed-by: outlook.com
Hello my friend. I was glad to receive your letter. How are
you? What is the weather like in your city?? I hope I'm not boring you
with my big letters and stories about myself?? Answer me honestly.
Ok?? Although it may seem like a big minus to you. But, I really like
to write and tell about myself in detail, so that you would be
interested in learning about me as much as possible. I just don't have
such free time to communicate with you in real time when you are
online. Where we could communicate on various social networks, and
learn about each other. Believe me, there are serious reasons for
this, which I have already written about earlier, and why we cannot
communicate the way you want. Still, I really hope that this will not
affect our further communication in any way. If you have any thoughts
that bother you, then I will answer them in the next letter. Now I
wanted to tell you about my day and how it went.
Today my day was calm. My sister and I planned to go to my mother.
Last week, my sister and I planned this hike. We went to the store and
bought all the necessary products for cooking, a bouquet of white
roses, a bottle of red wine, a box of chocolates. It was a long way,
and eventually we got to our mother's house. The last time my sister
and I visited my mother was last month. Our mother was glad to see us,
it's a pity that due to work and free time, we can't see our mother
often. When we got home, my mother met us, she was glad to see us by
her look. We immediately went to the kitchen, unpacked the grocery
bags. I opened a bottle of red wine. I poured them into glasses, drank
a little, and started cooking. I suggested to cook the chicken in the
oven from the beginning, and after that to cook, start cooking
pancakes. Everyone agreed with me and got down to business. Mom
immediately started peeling potatoes. I started butchering the
chicken. My sister started making sauce for the chicken at that time.
After all the ingredients were ready, everything was put in the oven
to bake. At the same time, Mom started cooking pancakes. Forty minutes
later, we started setting the table. We sat down and ate, and began to
remember the past. First we talked about Dad, how we miss him, how
much fun we spent together with each other. Mom even started crying
from all this nostalgia in order to somehow divert this topic of
conversation. I had to tell about my past when I was in my teens
engaged in modeling as a part-time job. Because at that time there was
not enough scholarship, and it was necessary to somehow provide
themselves with housing, food, and so on. It was big news for mom,
because I didn't tell her what I was doing in general. But, at the
same moment, my sister already knew what I was doing and what I was
doing for a living. In case you forgot, I want to remind you that my
sister has already studied to be a photographer. To make a portfolio
for yourself. Elvira helped me with all this. You will most likely be
wondering why, in the end, I am now working in my profession, and not
as a model, although I had all the prospects of becoming a
professional model. Now about everything in order, okay my friend?
An interesting question is why I chose the profession of a surgeon
and not another one. First of all, I chose the profession of a surgeon
because there were doctors in my family (only a generation of women).
My mother worked as a surgeon (cardiac surgeon) while she was alive,
my grandmother was an ENT doctor (otolaryngologist). On the one hand,
as a child I didn't want to be a doctor. But over time I changed my
mind, as a child I wanted to become a ballerina. But because of the
lack of money in my family. I had to participate in regular dances (it
was my hobby as a child). I loved dancing when I was little. After I
grew up and became a teenager (at that time I was about 22 years old),
I was offered to become a model. I was even contacted by a modeling
agency. I even came to the casting. I went to training courses. How to
walk properly, how to stand properly, and even how to eat properly.
Because the models had a strict diet. At that time, they paid a small
amount of money about 20,000-30,000 rubles. This job took away almost
all of my free time, and it was mentally and physically tiring. I
worked in this agency for about six months. I understood that at this
rate it would be difficult for me to combine my studies and work as a
model. In the end, I didn't have enough patience. I quit this job.
Because it was for me to be a professional model it takes a lot of
time. I repeat, it is necessary to engage in forced workouts that
depleted the body. It is necessary to eat right (I don't call it a
proper diet, most likely, this is a "survive without food" test). +
there is no freedom to all this! From morning to night you work like a
horse, and there is nothing useful in this modeling profession. Only
temporary fame and money. They tried to convince me to stay and
continue my career. But!!! I refused because I understood inside that
this profession was not for me. For this reason, I quit the agency.
After that, I decided to resume my studies. I found another part-time
job that didn't take up much of my time. A year later, a practice
appeared, for which I was already paid. Now I hope you understand from
where I get beautiful photos, since I had a little experience in the
modeling business. Even now I remember the whole story with warmth in
my heart, but then it was a difficult period in my life for me. From
all this story, my mom was shocked. If she found out what I had been
doing in the past, she wouldn't let me in any way. Alas, what
happened, nothing can change. We sat a little longer, finished our
wine, and got ready to go home. I decided to come to the Internet cafe
to tell you how my day was. My friend how was your day?? It
would be interesting for me to listen to you. What are your plans for
this weekend, or in general for this week?? I have plans to go to an
orphanage this week. Our polyclinic periodically conducts a free
examination, dental treatment for children. But, sends only volunteers
who really want to help children. I agreed to this condition, even
though they won't pay for this procedure. These are my plans for this
week.
I want us to be open with each other. Do not you think it is wrong
that you saw my photos, but I did not see yours? Are you embarrassed
about your appearance or do not trust me? I opened to you and want the
same from you. Therefore, I will wait for your photo.
At this point, I'm going to go home. I will be looking forward to
your reply. Your friend Gulnara