January 19, 2012
Poor little rich girls
I've been teaching two non identical twin sisters for about a year now. We meet once a week at their flat, in a popular central area of Moscow, populated by wealthy expatriates and by wealthy Russians. We meet for ninety minutes and they pay me well. Their flat is on the top floor of an old restored pre-revolutionary building. The flat is massive and about 290 square meters in size. It has dark hard wood polished floors, high ceilings, a coffee table the size of a my flat and expensive heavy cream silk curtains on every window in the living room. The girls are well mannered and polite but rather matter of fact about their situation, probably because they don't know any different. The mother, we will call "Mrs S" is separated or divorced. She is the second wife of her daughters father. The girls father was married before, had a son, met Mrs S, married her, got her pregnant with twins (the girls I teach) , had an affair with another younger woman, left her and had a another baby with that new woman. He has fathered four kids, by three different women.
Mrs S, the blind fool of a woman, still loves him. She is employed by her Ex, maybe out of guilt, at his company and she works in advertising as an executive. Her daughters, are sent to summer school in Switzerland and go there every year for two weeks. They have just returned from a ten day skiing holiday over the New Year in Lech Austria. They stayed at a hotel called Hotel Kristiania in Lech (see this link and room photos). The rooms are 425 Euro per night and I would love to stay there without the rich Russians. Mrs S paid for two rooms and three club class plane tickets. If that was not enough, they had a daily private ski instructor. The resort is full of loaded Russians and wealthy loud Americans, that you would probably hear down in the bar from your hotel room as you struggled to get to sleep. The girls told me they spent 20,000 Euro on clothes shopping while on holiday and claimed back 2,000 Euro in tax at the airport when they flew back to Russia. The girls were each given an iPod and an iPhone by their father for Christmas. They have a nanny who collects them from school and who stays with them till their mother returns home from work each night. They see their father at weekends, he takes them shopping and cannot drive, he has a personal driver. Poor little rich girls, I'm sure their father has installed in them a healthy distrust of men and a distrust of marriage.
I thought I would dislike these girls but I like them, sure they are privileged but they have been raised well. Money has ensured that. They told me, when they reach 15, they will go to boarding school in Switzerland, probably marry a rich Russian, have kids, have a nanny or nannies and the pattern will continue to mirror their mothers sad marriage experience. Where they lack a father, they have a comfortable lifestyle and an unhappy, empty mother who shops. Shopping is their remedy and their drug. I don't like the mother at all, she is cold, unfriendly and treats me like a servant but she rewards me well, so I ignore it and her attitude. Why are so many women these days attracted to assholes and to men with money?
My reason for mentioning these two girls, is that it seems to be fairly common for wealthy Russian men to marry many times. They seem to have a preference for young women and an uncontrollable penis that does not know loyalty. As I mentioned in my other post "Through the keyhole", working in wealthy Russian families is very interesting and is a sociological study that I find fascinating. Since moving to Moscow, I have never seen so many wealthy people. Where they get their money from is a mystery to me. I would never socialize or be friends with such people but necessity and life's circumstance has meant that I now see these people in an English for cash relationship. As we say, don't bite the hand that feeds you but please have a damn good look at it, I certainly. I enjoy having peep at other lives and telling you about it my dear reader.
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