Fiorella is bemused by the fact that so much of her audience is in the old USSR. Do her readers sense her Slavic bloodlines? Or are they themselves bemused by this weird American woman who writes about driveway rocks, her overgrown dog, her would-be writing career, her own psyche, and anything else that comes down the pike? Maybe they're just practicing their English, getting all the idioms down. Or maybe they're analyzing crazy Fio for a psychology class.
Whatever. Говорите со мной. Я могу прочитать русский язык.
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