Have you ever been to a Russian wedding? It is most trying. You think you’ll enjoy the feast and have fun. Instead you’ll discover the mystery of Russian soul.
It’s a quarter to five in the morning, the sun has already risen, the birds are busy celebrating the new day. But some of the guests have not yet left, though it’s the third day of the feast. They are still prolonging the night: dancing, singing, gossiping and of course quarrelling.
The wedding ceremony was performed in the church three days before. Another couple were being married at the same time and Michael, the groom’s father, has strong suspicion that right there the brides were swapped.
First, she grew fatter overnight which is quite possible with young people nowadays, but not to such an extent. Second, she’d dyed her hair after the church, though Andrew was sure there was no shampoo in the house let alone Cologne water. And last but no the least, each time the groom addressed her as Helen she answered her name was Olga.
Nevertheless, none of the guests noticed the substitute and many of them remarked that the bride got much prettier. Maybe because she’d changed her name. Or maybe from happiness…
The evening party was to start at six o’clock but by 3 o’clock many of the guests had already arrived occupying the kitchen. At ten o’clock the party was in full swing. Two red-faced men squeezing accordions provided the music. Half the people in the room were dancing, the rest were lying under the table. Drinks were being handed round. And whenever the dancing stopped, somebody would start singing one of the sentimental Russian songs. Sometimes all the guests joined in the chorus sadly and tearfully. Every ten minutes Petrovich would shout ‘Bitter! Bitter!’ which by the Russian tradition means ‘Newlyweds, kiss each other!
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