Posted on 01/31/2008 12:39:10 AM PST by Paleo Conservative
There was a particular historical moment, round about 1995 or so, when anyone entering a well-appointed drawing room, dining room, or restaurant in London was sure to encounter a beautiful Russian woman. Though the word beautiful doesn't really capture the phenomenon. The women I'm remembering were extraordinarily, unbelievably, stunningly gorgeous.
These women were half-Kazakh or half-Tartar with Mongolian ancestors and perfect skin; dressed in the most tasteful, most expensive clothes; shod in soft leather boots; and perfectly coiffed. They were usually accompanied by an older man, sometimes much older, to whom they were perhaps married, or more likely not. They spoke in low, alluringly accented voices and towered over the lesser mortals in the room. I distinctly remember gazing upon one such creature while in the company of a friend, an old Russia hand who'd spent much of the previous decade in the Soviet Union. He stared, shook his head, and whispered, "But where were they all before?"
In the aftermath of the Australian Open, a tennis tournament whose final rounds featured a parade of notably stunning ex-Soviet-bloc players, it is perhaps time to make a stab at answering my friend's question. Whatever you may say about the Soviet Union in the 1970s and '80s, it was not widely known for feminine pulchritude. Whatever you may say about women's professional tennis in the 1970s or '80s, it did not feature many players who looked like Maria Sharapova, the latest Australian Open victor.
Where were they all before?
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Is classic!
His eyeballs have whiplash..
THAT IS PRICELESS!
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia’s always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come on
Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are, boys
Back in the USSR
It's true. The feature I find alarming is those ice blue eyes. Not just regular blue eyes such as run in my family, but pale blue the color of ancient ice.
I’ve always found Russian women to be beautiful. Then again, I’ve always found Chinese, Japanese, Irish, Scandinavian, French, and Mexican women to be beautiful. Apparently so did my ancestors. I’m part American Indian, German, Spanish, Irish, and English. My folks got along with everybody. Several times.
NO more calls, please.
(And *don't ask me for my phone number.)
Cheers!
Cheers!
Here's another Russian tennis player, Maria Kirilenko.
Strong contender for Quip of the Week.
Strong contender for Quip of the Week.WOW! I'm stoked! When will the winner be announced?
Soon. A mere formality in this case, but you can understand the need for extensive fact-checking.
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