The Marriage of Karina Zelenska and Nena Juana
Oct 31, 2022 17:02:46 GMT
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Post by Korvalis on Oct 31, 2022 17:02:46 GMT
Deep in the woods on the outskirts of Medžske, Vyerlatsk Oblast, were two identical huts. In one hut was Karina and her family. The second was occupied by Nena Juana and her family.
Numerous guests were outside, many dressed in traditional outfits, including members of the Presidential Security Service.
Inside the first hut, Karina sat patiently in front of a mirror. She watched as her older sister, Larysa, finished braiding her hair.
"There, done," Larysa said.
Karina's two younger sisters then added the floral crown, completing her hand-made traditional wedding dress. Karina had spent many nights embroidering the dress herself herself. She stood and inspected herself in the mirror, even doing a slow twirl, and couldn't help but smile.
Her mother, standing behind the sisters, beamed with pride. "It reminds me of my wedding with your dad. He would be so proud of you," she said.
"Thank you, mother," Karina replied.
"Speaking of weddings, Larysa..."
"Mother, we've had this conversation before," she replied. "I'm a fighter pilot, I don't have time for a marriage."
"Your sister is the President, dochka (daughter). If she can find time for love, you can too."
The two younger sisters snickered.
"That goes for you two as well," their mother said. She turned back to Karina. "Did you bring the rushnyk?"
"Yes mom," Karina said, grabbing the white towel off the desk. It was embroidered in exquisite red needlework.
"Who knew the President was so good at embroidery," her mother joked. "Maybe if being President doesn't work out, you can sew for a living."
"Thanks, mom," Karina said as she rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Larysa, go check to see if the other bride is ready," their mother said, folding up the rushnyk. "The ceremony starts soon."
