03 September 2009

politsia

One of my students today, who is SO darling the phrase, I could just eat her up with a spoon. springs unbidden to even Yankee lips, told me, "On the way to school today we got stopped by the politsia! (She means militsia, but pronounced it like police--politsia.)

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know, " she replied expansively. "I don't speak Russian."

Hmm. Maybe you have to know her. If you do, this story is warm and precious and will make you giggle.

3 comments:

Matt and Carla Morgan said...

I got a giggle even not knowing here :)

Can't wait until your sweet Sasha is inspiring heartwarming stories on her mama's blog! Soon!

cm

Tami said...

Thinking of you this week. When do you leave?

The Holmes Crew said...

That's interesting because Harry, who only spoke Russian til we arrived on the scene in February, used the exact same word. Only recently did he start saying "PO-leece"