Yulia Alexandrovna Andronova
Margarita and Luca, book 1
No, we don’t say in Russia that curiosity is a woman. Nowadays people are so indifferent, only kids are still curious and some men, may be. Women are busy with gluing fake nails and buying stupid things, then discussing these only topics.
Drawing on the wall is a fresh idea. I long to see it, if it takes place. Once my uncle went mad with the same idea and drew the whole flat instead of using wallpaper. Looked kind of cute, but too much. Concerning fade colours: very light pistachio always look elegant and not irritating. I like it fashionable hotels, but could never imagine at somebody’s home. May be also not bad. I’m impatient to see what U’ll decide and the photos”.
His letter.
“It's incredible, I really wish this year to finish as soon as possible… Yesterday I got into a road accident: another car touched my bumper. As it was raining my car started rotating in the street until it stopped crushing into a wall… While whirling trying to hold the car all my life was passing in my mind. I was really lucky having got my knee a bit swollen and some pain in my neck but not too bad, things could have gone worst… You're right when you say "....be courious waiting what will happen.." . I have my fingers crossed and go on. At this point I almost start to laugh, possibly because I'm going mad or perhaps ‘cause my life scenario seems to be written by a comic dramatist…
A good thing among these troubles is that the doctor gave me work exemption for few days. So next week I can assist at the installation of many things inside the house. Finding time is a rare thing, day should be over 30 hours....
How will you celebrate Christmas? Do you like it? For me it's strange because I like it but at the same time it gives me some sadness, don't know exactly where it comes from but I cannot avoid it.
Have you already jumped into the crazy crowd of pre Christmas hustle that runs everywhere like hypnotized? In Italy people at this period seem to become insane, running around without a particular destination…
This year I asked to materialize you here and talk to u looking in the eyes. I've been a good boy?, do you think it will be possible soon?
Ps By the way, what kind of music do you like?”
Her letter.
“What a frightening thing U told me. Please, be careful.
Meanwhile I’ll ask Santa to shorten the year for U, you really need it.
Life is throwing us back and forth! Once I also kissed an airbag .
For me this year was terrible and great, especially the Friday 13th in June, when I became so nervous and exhausted that thought would truly have a heart or brain attack (many relatives died of them). Same day I did important translation for my boss, passed the final exam, defended the thesis, got the diploma, was robbed and found out that my beloved husband had been unfaithful to me. And that was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, as only God knows, what I’ve gone through to graduate from this first-rate university of Nizhny Novgorod studying free of charge.
I never notice when Christmas or other holidays come, ’cause I usually have to keep working. I think I’ve never celebrated Christmas, but would like to. I guess just never had time, unfortunately, always busy at various jobs, that even didn’t finish school. The consequence – must have done my best completing education at one of the “evening schools” in Moscow to be able to enter the university. Always dreamt there were 48 hours in a day. So, I don’t know whether I like this holiday. What I’ve always liked about New Year’s Eve – I could sleep whole night and next morning till late, as nobody works!
How do U usually spend Christmas? New Year? Could you take some photos for me? In Russia everybody gets drunk to death and fall asleep, face in popular salad “Olivier”. I eat, then sleep.
About music: I love Tiziano Ferro, but some of his songs are too romantic for me, depends on the mood… I also enjoy a lot Adriano Chelentano, Eros Ramazzotti, Biagio Antonacci and somebody else whose names I don’t remember. But recently I’ve forbidden myself to listen to music and now add only Spanish lessons into my mp3player, a kind of trap, otherwise I’ll never start speaking the language”
CHAPTER 4
“ Ciao, principessa!
Christmas is a family day, so, everybody gather at our house at a big table, a lot of food, presents… I’m sending you few pics. They are not so sharp but I hope you’ll get the idea, the atmosphere…
One of the ancient grandmas at the table is about a hundred years old? There is my brother with his wife and kids, my mother and father, my aunt and uncle.
The dish is “ravioli”, very popular in Italy. Do you know?
Tonight nothing so special or incredible, dinner at friends house till midnight then who knows?? We do not have any special agenda for the New Year’s Eve, as in my experience the plans never go as you wish… We try to have fun with a good company, for me: more friends – more relaxation… :)
Try this site www.deezer.com, it is all about music of all kind
Поцелуй на твой нос ”
It was the 31st of December.
On waking up she hungrily ate everything that her eyes caught sight of, fixed a cup of coffee, made herself comfortable and opened the mail to thoroughly enjoy it.
The pictures were blurry and must have been taken by a simple hand-held camera. But they were pathetic with all those present-boxes and children impatiently rushing for the gifts; candles by each plate on the long festively laid table; two old grandmothers with rigorously made for the occasion white-haired curves.
Her letter:
“Good morning!
Thanks for the pictures! I’ve enjoyed much! You have a great family! I love the way you celebrate this holy day.
I have already brought a suitcase of presents to my parents and hid a kilogram of Swiss chocolate in the flat? I’ll tell them later;)
I’ve bought a bottle of wine and going to relish it!!!
Happy New Year! ”
Margot turned on the radio and opened the Zinfandel … The adorable fruity flavor influences her taste sensors producing endorphins, thus a smile.
“Селёдка под шубой” was waiting for its turn in the fridge. She called the mom.
CHAPTER 5
January, 19
Two-metre high snowdrifts, three suitcases… The parents-invalids shocked by the situation, standing stiff with fright on the platform at a railway station of Nizhny Novgorod. Mom is after a stroke, the right half of her body is still uncontrollable: the right foot is curved not able to step, the arm is moving wherever it likes, one eye is dead. Her brains confuse things. Recently they’ve been working on crossword puzzles. Father asks: “A bird with a solid beak?” Mother cries out: “A rabbit!!!”
The dad is a former boxer, now suffering Epilepsy and has psychiatric disorders, which has irrevocably changed Margot’s personality, but this story will be mentioned later.
Greta is goggling at them, calming herself down: “I have a life-insurance. They are supposed to transport the body all the way to Russia… In case an epileptic attack happens in the sea and he will choke with water and drown…”
–I wish he wouldn’t spoil our trip by dying… – mom whispers into daughter’s ear.
–Don’t bother, mommy. It’s organized, in case… – the girl kisses mom’s cheek.
Six hours flied: black tea in old-fashioned glasses with holders and cheese-with-meat sandwiches, prepared with love by the caring daughter; old movies on the train TV; dozing.
CHAPTER 6
Moscow. Our girl has thought everything over long in advance: a taxi driver meets the family by the carriage, helps with the luggage and chooses a “sightseeing route” heading towards Sheremetyevo . The traffic is heavy, but parents are not bored: they are childishly staring out of the car windows, eyes expressing curiosity and cautious happiness. Amazing architecture is slowly moving by: the Kremlin, the white high-rise beautiful building on Vorobyovy Hills is Moscow State University named Lomonosov, Hilton Moscow Leningradskaya, embassies; blocks of flats with huge impressive advertisements stuck on high buildings; imperial churches and majestic cathedrals: Nativity Church at Putinki, The Cathedral of the Annunciation, Arhangelsky sobor, Ivan the Great’s Belfry, gothic catholic Church in Presnya, colorful Pokrovsky Sobor on the Red Square is partially visible now…
Parents are totally fascinated by the changes since “perestroika”, when every single thing was grey and identical: buildings, restaurants, clothes, even city plans and street names in Russia were alike in every region. If you felt like dining out, you would know what is on the menu wherever you come: modest dishes, which you could find in any home, tasty but all the same. No variety.
If you desired a different dress, the only way to get it was to sue it yourself, in case you’d managed to “obtain” a piece of fabric in that “uniform” or as school-girls called it “incubator chick” society.
Airport. Parents’ wide-open eyes. Planes. Mountains and seas in the porthole. Daughter is smiling happily seeing that mom is on the top of the world!
CHAPTER 7
Antalya. Extremely bright light, fresh breeze, a conditioned buss welcomes the tourists. The driver kindly lowers the threshold helping mom in.
–Sweetheart, everybody’s so gentle to me… – mom is almost crying remembering attitude to invalids in Russia. When mom takes her daily stroll she’s about to be knocked out by a group of students rushing for a smoke and to get some snacks at the kiosk between lessons. In winter she slipped on the ice and fell down. Nobody gave her a helping hand so she was lying there in the middle of the sidewalk, humiliated, feeling unprotected and helpless, not able to stand up, until some woman eventually raised her. – I will not worry anymore… I like it here! – says mom as tears of happiness are streaming out…
A beautiful hotel on the seashore is like a small town surrounded by Bushy Mediterranean pines and eucalyptus trees. Flourishing vegetation is everywhere.
Turkish buffet is breathtakingly beautiful, abundant. Parents, who haven’t had enough food since “Perestroika”, are in great perplexity. They slowly go by the desks with viands and sit at a small table in the corner. A waiter has already flied to them offering the drinks.
–Go, take the dishes and put there what you like.
Parents got all mushmouthed.
–It’s “all inclusive”… All is already paid.
–Mm… Everything?
–Yes.
–All this food? Can we take whatever?
–Yep! Mom, what would you like? Let’s go see!
Mom takes her stick.
–But I can’t choose…
The first problem is that she can’t realize what is on the plate, the second is – she has never had such a choice in her life.
Father is standing by one of the salvers with meat astounded and immobilized. Albeit daughter hated him with all her heart, a discrepant feeling of content was filling her seeing the man happy.
After breakfast they used to walk in the garden and along the beach. Winter in Turkey is rather mild and the temperature on the coast doesn’t go lower than five degrees Celsius above zero, while the water is about sixteen degrees Celsius in January. They say that Turkey is the only country where in April you can enjoy skiing in the mountains and then go down to have a swim in the Mediterranean sea. May be it’s ok for those who love a refreshing bath: Internet info shows that the sea is only eighteen above zero in the middle of spring there this year.
Anyway, it goes without saying the climate was nicer than Moscow.
January midday sun is warm and lovely. The family is napping on beds on the beach.
CHAPTER 8
Saint Nicholas Cathedral
A mountain road is rising up to the clouds, the sound of hard rain in the ears. Relaxation. Everybody’s staring around: rocks, few abandoned houses and a fell-into-decay hut, where an old couple arranged a souvenir market and toilet for tourists. The toilet was so insanitary that people preferred to use the grass around, while an old German couple decided to endure till the next stop.
Mom and daughter are happy to spend much time together. They go out to buy something and take pictures, rain beating against their faces, they are just laughing in return. Nadezhda is splendoring with a traditional Turkish fez on, Grethen takes few shots with a tall mountain in the background.
Saint Nicholas cathedral is situated in Demre.
The country is sinking in fog and coolness.
– It’s forbidden to trade here!!! Immediately pay the price offered by the seller!!! – screams the guide with a deterrent tone. – Such things are sacred!
Fake-silver icons become obliterated displaying pink copper a year later. Business. Eventually, after having dragged the flock of sheep, oops sorry – the tourists, through the souvenir shops, the guide, a former Russian teacher named Natasha, leads them inside the cathedral, the place where a kind-hearted man Nicholas used to serve sufferers and made great deeds. There is an unpretentious house located few meters lower than the ground level around. They go inside, all is in darkness, only the altar is sprinkled by the beams of the sun rising from behind the clouds and percolating through the narrow windows. The guide brakes the silence and starts talking about Likia – this is the name of the country which was there long ago.
– In the first millennium BC this area was notable for an original culture it had. Later was invaded by Alexander the Great, by the Romans and the Turks, none the less keeping the autonomy, being a part of the Empires. The largest in the antiquity city and the center of Lycia Xanthos was situated on the like named river, originating in the Taurus Mountains.
The land here is fertile: Lycians provided themselves with wine, bread and other products typical of Asia Minor.
Talking about the cultural heritage, which remained from those times, tomb-monuments carved in the rocks were perfectly preserved.
And now about the church itself, which is here in Myra Demre in Turkey. In the fourth century the bishop of the city in ancient times known as Myra was Nicholas. Here he was buried in a marble sarcophagus.
After the death of St. Nicholas a church was built in his honor, but an earthquake reduced it to ruins. Then a basilica was erected here, but it was destroyed, this time by the Arabs.
–Let's go back to Nicholas. You all know, of course, that the prototype of Santa Claus is
Nicholas.
Margarita had no idea that the country with the famous all-inclusive had the Orthodox shrine, and in general was confident that St. Nicholas had been Russian!
– He was born in a wealthy family. In early age the boy believed in the teachings of Christ thanks to his servant. Throughout his life Nikolai was preaching Christianity.
Being a man of good and fair, worked goodness. Prayed for fishermen leaving for the sea … Helped the poor and the sick, loved children.
In the church at Myra in Lycia, here, where we are standing now, to this day services are rarely conducted. Let's put our crosses onto the altar, so that they would embrace the grace of the place.
The tourists laid down their crosses, and as if waiting only for this, a muezzin suddenly began to sing in the mountains thunderously, doing the worshiping service, pronouncing the people’s requests and thoughts to his God. Isn’t it a miracle, to hear a beautiful voice out of nowhere in the fells? That’s the God's blessing.
– Well, that's it? Come on, Greta! – Nadezhda is bustling.
– Hold on, Mom, let me stay here. I calm down among these walls …
Margarita was wandering about the holy place for a long time, admiring the remains of mosaic floors and freschi.
Coming out of the basilica, Margo sees a strange picture: father and mother standing in the center of the dilapidated patio, and there is a flock of cats around them. It is amazing how these animals identified the most sick people from all the crowds of tourists and surrounded them. Cats were purring and rubbing the legs of the two disabled, Father stroked them, Mother had a puzzled smile.
Some "ruffled" woman runs up to
Greta's mother.
– Come on, you have to prostrate yourself in front of the sarcophagus!
Nadia is frightened, but she insists.
– Pray and get well!
Somehow, being held from both sides by hands, with shouts of fear to break a leg, which is tucked clumsily not wanting to get up on one knee, mother finally falls to the ground.
After a hearty lunch there was a sail on the yacht on the schedule.
– You are the first tourists in my memory, which were able to put to sea in January!
Shower is beating with large drops on oilcloth ceiling of a boat resembling a yacht, which is thrown from side to side like a paper boat.
Boris suffers from indigestion after gluttony, clutching a new icon in the pocket. Mom feels good: she
never suffered from stomach problems, her organism "kneads all" as she likes to say, "zero residue left!", whether it was wine, vodka, fatty or sugary foods. An hour later she is hungrily glancing around: “Is there anything delicious to eat?”
CHAPTER 9
Wandering about Antalya
A sweet tour guide talks about the virtues of local seaside life, obedient Russian tourists turn their heads right and left.
Avenue of palm trees behind, and now they have time for shopping. Margo buys parents some accessories, Mom rejoices as a small child would, Boris in the opposite cannot forget how much it cost.
Walking down the street and tasting strong Turkish coffee in tiny cups with cute refined blue paint, the family acquired the idyll. They were joking and laughing, asking passers-by to take pictures of them to imprint these moments in the “paper-memory” forever.
CHAPTER 10
“Ciao, Luca!
We’ve just returned! What a wonderful trip it was! Sending you the pictures!”
In the image from the solar country Margot, Mom and Dad are not able to restrain lips stretched into a smile, on the street lined with palm and orange trees, cafes. In the following photo: a walk by the sea, breakfast at the hotel, and of course, sipping Turkish coffee «Mehmet Efendi», sitting on chic sofas in the lobby with an unbelievable high ceiling.
Luke relishes every shot, marveling the wide range of emotion on the girl's face. "Such a nice and "warm" woman, that makes her even more beautiful,"– the man is falling in love deeper and deeper.
“Principessa!
I see that you’ve pleased your family greatly! You are amazing…”
The Italian could not take his eyes off
the radiant smile and blonde long hair.
She is in a black blouse and trousers with inserts of lace along the legs. Luke involuntarily begins to look for the straps of her panties, absence of which strikes his body and brain into confusion: "Everything seems to be ideal for me in this Russian. Compassion merges with sex, beauty with naturalness. She understands and knows everything: when and exactly what I want, listens and hears. I have been dreaming of such a woman all my life … What a pity I didn’t meet her earlier … But we can still
catch up… "
“Margaret, tell me five things about yourself… What do you like most of all…
PS A kiss on your lips…
When is your birthday?
Can I ask your phone number if you don’t mind?”
“Ciao!
Thank you for the compliments, you are so kind. Yep, the trip was wonderful!
What do I like?
Well, firstly, cooking, especially for someone, but not often. ”
I have so many favorite dishes, as once I’ve worked as a cook’s assistant where gained a wide experience: meat à la française, chicken crispy baked with potato and mushroom sauce, stuffed peppers served with sour cream sauce with fresh parsley and dill, shrimp in a pineapple with home-made mayo, spaghetti under a spicy pineapple sauce with beans – that tastes unexpectedly good you don’t imagine! This page is not enough to enumerate everything… But when I try to bake a pie – that’s a catastrophe! I’m absolutely incapable of…
Travelling penetrating into another mentality – that’s fascinating…
Massage – relaxing and amplifying senses – I love it.
And the most pleasant, no doubt, – making love…
Oops… No! The most important is to eat well!!! How could I forget? That must be the first in my list!!!!
What do you like?
PS 7 905 176 45 36
Birthday – 2nd of March, yours?”
“Ciao, princess:*
So fascinating to know new things about you…
About me.
I also like to cook, ain’t me Italian, eh?
Our country is separated into the provinces and each of them is famed for some dishes. The crowning delicacy here is spaghetti Bolognese. I will surely cook it for you when you arrive!
Travelling and languages – absolutely.
Swimming, massage – of course.
Sex – how can one not love it? Loving it, any time…
PS I was born on the first day of summer”
CHAPTER 11
March 2
Today is Margaret’s birthday and the second, immediately after her mother, sms comes from Luke. Margot leaves a shop: sun caresses her skin with the first spring warmth. The girl stops impatient to read his words. Her face is all smiling, heart’s pounding.
"How amazing is that – just seeing his name on the sms-envelope on the screen, you can
experience a strong wave of joy"– flashed through her mind.
“Princess, happy birthday!!! Hug you tight! Many kisses! Have you decided how to celebrate?”
Margot was not going to celebrate anything, but destiny decided it for her.
Luke’s letter.
“Ciao!
How are you? Is the house intact? Mountains of presents?
Here finally the photos of the interior decoration, sorry for the mess, looks like after a war… Bought an Indian red bedspread for the sofa in the living room, how do you find it? Now taking care of the garden… The workload worse than at the gym… Dug everything around in order to plant some grass, want so much to arrange green spaces here adding some shrubs and flowers. If I don’t complete it now, I’ll have to do it in summer, and when it’s +35 Celsius… Everything starts to take its shape, it’s so great to see the results of my work, the transformation, especially lying on the sofa…
Got three postcards from you, couldn’t believe it, was amazed! You can do it again when you want;)
I could do the same, but I don’t know your address… May be you could give it to me, only if it doesn’t cause you any problems…”
Margot made a cup of coffee and made herself comfortable in front of her boss’s computer, while he was sleeping on the tiny office sofa completely drunk as usual.
– You are loaded again! E! – she frowned smelling the reek of alcohol that was filling the entire office.
– MMyessss! – and he growled again in his sweet snore.
Girl does not want to go back to her empty apartment, because there is nobody waiting for her. And her computer processor’s burnt down. Covering boss’s face with a blanket to diminish the stench, Margot decides to stay and serf the net.
Luke’s house looks very manly, scruffy, but equipped with the latest technology, besides enough spacious and cozy. The bed beckons.
– How nice it would be to jump under the soft blanket. How long I have not experienced a male heat … I know that is fraught with … – the girl is talking to herself.
– Yeah, – assents the boss through his dream.
Margot’s letter:
“I’m so happy you got the postcards!
Love red, I like it in your house!
I had much fun on my birthday. Usually I don’t celebrate, I mean I’ve tried few times but something always went wrong or some dreadful stuff happened… Eventually I nearly stopped noticing the day. That’s not like I am frightened, have already confessed to you, I’m blinded by optimism and don’t remember bad time and yet it would be useful from time to time…
No doubt I was working on this day, I’d rather shoot myself for fervent responsibility and diligence. But people attacked me with congratulations! Even those who I haven’t seen for ages. Actually you were the first from my friends who wrote me the birthday wishes, thank you.
Seven Chinese colleagues from the board of directors sent me a Chinese tree and abundant quantity of alcohol! ;)
Then my students came with a huge lemon cake, made to order for me. Touching… Unfortunately I don’t enjoy sweets, but I like how confectionary look and smell, anyway I always prefer a large piece of pork to them. So the cake was being fed to everyone dropped in on me.
Then I met with the friends from other cities where I used to live, all of them are close so it was quite convenient. This time they arrived unexpectedly without notification, and I’m grateful to them endless! On occasion only a good kick in my ass can move me from the working desk.
After the International Women's Day crept quietly… Seas of flowers and drunk men at every corner…
To sum it up – the hangover was outstanding…”
Luke’s letter.
“Me, I’m stuck to a computer all day long, irritating… Thinking it’s high time to change the job. Thanks to this boredom I’m having a “withdrawal syndrome”. I desperately need to escape somewhere for a week! What do you think about Egypt? Turkey?”
Margot’s letter
“Ah, I feel so sorry for you! Being tied to one place all day long – that drives crazy, it’s so annoying counting hours waiting for the working day to finish – one can be bored to death! I couldn’t make myself working like that, I remember that managed only 2 months and then quit on the New Year’s Eve. I hope you’ll find something more exciting soon.
Red Sea is mesmerizing by the set of colorful fishes that swirl curious shoals around you, right close to your face. There is only one problem: while admiring the wonders of the underwater world, you do not notice how time flies, you spend eternity, then for dinner you cannot sit on your bottom because the entire back part of your body has got burnt on the merciless African sun! My friends and I were vacationing in December and experienced the itchy-ass experience first-hand.
I should warn you: service in Egypt is mostly awful, except for few five-star hotels in Sharm El Sheikh (for example Savoy) and Hurghada (Golden Five), perhaps another one good is in Taba (Radisson Sas). There is nowhere to go if you are outside of your lovely hotel: the desert and frightful white houses without windows. But there is one town – Naama Bay in Sharm El Sheikh where there is also a Duty Free shop. You can stroll along the street lined with stores with bright eastern utensils and rest on sofas, which are all along the street, sipping local cold reddish hibiscus drink. Or go to a cafe with hookahs a bit farther from the mortal coil, where apart from the usual fruit filling someone will whisper in your ear offering opium or something like that …
In such circumstances, among some jolly friends you can spend time memorably, trust me!
Turkey is much more civilized: pretty neat towns, big intriguing cities with impressive hotels, discos and restaurants, greenery, the sea is clean and beautiful, but fish is not abundant. Engaging in diving is not very fascinating. Besides, it’s quite chilly there up till the end of May.
You go to a hotel or …?
I'm so glad that you’ll tear yourself away from the boring place for a while! : D You’ll feel relieved at once!”
Margaret sent the letter, took a cherry-coloured bag and headed for a new wardrobe, sanctioned by the American chief company. After she goes to Dubai! And there is a strict dress-code: elbows, knees and everything else should be covered.
CHAPTER 12
UAE
First, I would like to give you, my dear reader, a little historical reference about the United Arab Emirates.
In the 70s there was a significant jump in prices for oil. In the same year, more precisely on the second of December 1971, six emirates of Trucial Oman, and Ras Al Khaimah joined them a year later, created a federation of the UAE, a dreamlike state was built in the desert in an unprecedented short term.
So, the United Arab Emirates are in the Middle East, the Arabian peninsula is surrounded by the Persian Gulf in the north and Oman to the east. Abu Dhabi, Dubai, Sharjah, Ajman, Ras Al Khaimah, Umm Al-Cu-Wayne and Fujairah, along with several islands in the Persian Gulf compose the UAE. The basis of the economy is production and export of oil and gas and a rapidly growing tourism industry.
The UAE government is worthy of all respect, because it essentially creates a paradise for its citizens. Residents are not burdened with utility payments, the newlyweds receive an apartment and an interest-free loan for the wedding, which is repaid by the State in case of a child’s birth. Just when a toddler appears family gets a villa (the apartment remains theirs, they usually rent it to someone), and the husband gets an increase in the amount of another salary, and so with every child born in the family. Thus the wise government believes that if you have ten children – you need ten salaries! Unique logic, isn’t it?! Children can acquire higher education at any university of the world at the expense of the Treasury. It is said that these Muslims are too rigid, they put a woman into prison for an abortion. But isn’t it a sin in such luxurious living conditions! There are no homeless people as by begging a man sentences himself to imprisonment. No thieves: people leave cars at the parking lot with the ignition key in and go for a leisurely walk to the mall! A seller gives you a diamond necklace to take home without any collateral – to show your husband: "If he likes it – bring the money tomorrow!"
These people protect themselves from dangerous viral infections and bacteria: every one that applies for a resident visa is required to donate blood for HIV, hepatitis, syphilis. Analyses are verified in the UAE.
Citizens who have these diseases are denied a visa. On the one hand, it should be considered
discrimination. On the other – the government’s maternal care of the citizens of the state.
Conclusion is that people in many countries do not live, they survive in comparison with Emirates. The country lives under Sharia law, which simultaneously seem both fair and cruel.
The Holy Quran and Sunnah – are read in order to learn how to act in different, sometimes quite controversial situations. They are based on the actions of the Prophet Muhammad and considered as the basis of Sharia. Muslims of different countries deal shortly with applying the law accurately. Thus, for murder, rape and adultery the guilty ones are sometimes sentenced to death, for theft – to amputation of hands.