Living in Manchester I feel so different.

As any European city it has brought freedom in my heart. Walking down the Oxford Street is as enjoyable as it could be. So many DIFFERENT people: Africans, Chinese, Indians - they are alll together here and I'm so glad I have a chance to be a part of this colourful croud. I like their style, their stuff and their faces. I've been thinking a lot. Can't explain why but I never feel like this in Russia. Now I'm absolutelu sure I want to study abroad. And I want to love there as well.

I like our studies, though both of the subjects are quite familiar. I like teachers, especially Hannah Witchard, Fred Day and Derek Carline. Hannah is maybe too young, but she really tries to make information interesting. Fred Day is very intelligent, he speaks quite slowly (though some of the sounds he proununces not clear). Derek Carline is unspeakably cute! He's old but his English is amazing. I have enjoyed his lecture most of all.

Relationships between my classmates are not easy. No way easy. On the first glance everything is OK, but I think everyone are tired of each other. As for me I prefer foreigners. A couple of days ago I chated to nice Irish football players. I would like to spend time with them but unfortunately last morning they left the hotel. They were not very intellighent or beautiful, but we had fun. It was so cool just to sit on the ground floor in armchairs or at tables and to chat, to laugh. It was early morning, I suppose about 6 am. We all just came from nightclubs. I were in "M2". Can't say it is a great disco, but enough good. Everyone went to their rooms, but 3 of us stayed awake and desided to eat or drink something downstairs. There we met the Irish. I still feel sorrow cause there's no way to stay in touch - I have no e-mail adress or ICQ number of them.

This is the first week in England. I am happy. But yesterday night I felt so deep sorrow. Maybe because of the Irish's departure, maybe just because of the fact, that a woman can't be 100% happy without a man.