08-23-2021, 07:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-13-2021, 06:51 PM by Raisa Dmitriev.)
Sitting down at one of the better tables at the best hotel's restaurant, Raisa and her brother had ordered some tea and scones. One of the local newspapers had said they had a journalist to interview her about the shows and herself. Kirill was one of the male leads but did not draw the attention that Raisa brought. He didn't mind, as it was a joy to see his sister dance, she was quite amazing.
Raisa wore a light antique pastel rose-toned walking dress. She was so petite, she might be blown away even not in her dancing outfits. Her dark brown hair was up in a loose bun over a matching small flowery hat that suit her well. Lace gloves over her hands were of a cream color. She and her brother spoke in Russian as they waited for the gentleman to arrive. They were both well educated in various languages, but were used to speaking to each other in their orginal language.
Raisa wore a light antique pastel rose-toned walking dress. She was so petite, she might be blown away even not in her dancing outfits. Her dark brown hair was up in a loose bun over a matching small flowery hat that suit her well. Lace gloves over her hands were of a cream color. She and her brother spoke in Russian as they waited for the gentleman to arrive. They were both well educated in various languages, but were used to speaking to each other in their orginal language.
