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MakingfriendsandlearningthelanguageinArmeniatooklongerthanexpected-untiltheterrorista...
Making friends and learning the language in Armenia took longer than expected-until the terrorist attacks of 9/11.
The house we moved into was huge and beatiful. The neighborhood was supposed to be one of the best in all of yerevan, the capital of Armenia, but it didn’t impress me.
2.Our elegant house was surrounded by an eight-foot wall topped with gleaming metal spikes. The neighboring houses were large, and while many walled like ours, others were protected by flapping plastic tarps or corrugated metal sheeting that rattled ominously in the wind. Stray dogs roamed streets full of potholes. Soviet-era cars careened down the hill, with no sidewalk separating pedestrians from vehicles.
3.Across the street was a small cinder-block building, a shop that had been tacked onto the front of a house as an afterthought. The windows fo this squat little place wre covered with bars. The walls were crumbling , the paint peeling. Two scrawny cats groomed themselves at the entrance.
4.Every day I walked past this little shop on my way down the hill to work, and the laughter I heard from within seemed directed at me, the foreigner. The metal shop door slammed closed behind customers who exited with loaves of bread tucked under their arms, hurrying past with surreptitious glances.
5. I couldn’t see past the bars and the dusty glass, so I avoided the store, choosing instead to frequent a larger one near my office, even though I had to lug bags fo groceries home on a rickety bus.
6.Then one day, I ran out of bread. I gathered my courage and opened that creaking metal door, squinting into the shadows. Makeshift shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, piled high with candy, shampoo, and flour, among other necessities. A glass case filled with cheese and sausage separated the customers from the cash register. Another glass case, which ran the length of the shop, was filled with ice cream. I stood cautiously near the door, looking for the bread.
7.The woman behind the counter smiled at me. In Russian, she greeted me: “So you’re the new neighbor. We’ve been expecting you. I’m Anna. Come in , come in.”
8.She called into a back room, summoning the rest of her family from the house for introductions: her white-haired husband, Gevorg; daughter-in-law, Hasmik; three sons; and two small grandchildren, who hid behind their mother.
9.They all lived together in the house behind the shop, and they ran the store together. They peppered me with questions, all speaking at once in Russian, which I didn’t.
10.It took 30 minutes to get the bread and cross the street again, and in that time, I realized what a fool I’d been to travel across town twice a week when everything I wanted was in that store.
11.A few days later, I ran out of eggs. I grabbed some change and dashed duced me to some of her other customers. It took almostan hour to buy my eggs, as the neighbors lined up to meet me, to ask me about America. 展开
The house we moved into was huge and beatiful. The neighborhood was supposed to be one of the best in all of yerevan, the capital of Armenia, but it didn’t impress me.
2.Our elegant house was surrounded by an eight-foot wall topped with gleaming metal spikes. The neighboring houses were large, and while many walled like ours, others were protected by flapping plastic tarps or corrugated metal sheeting that rattled ominously in the wind. Stray dogs roamed streets full of potholes. Soviet-era cars careened down the hill, with no sidewalk separating pedestrians from vehicles.
3.Across the street was a small cinder-block building, a shop that had been tacked onto the front of a house as an afterthought. The windows fo this squat little place wre covered with bars. The walls were crumbling , the paint peeling. Two scrawny cats groomed themselves at the entrance.
4.Every day I walked past this little shop on my way down the hill to work, and the laughter I heard from within seemed directed at me, the foreigner. The metal shop door slammed closed behind customers who exited with loaves of bread tucked under their arms, hurrying past with surreptitious glances.
5. I couldn’t see past the bars and the dusty glass, so I avoided the store, choosing instead to frequent a larger one near my office, even though I had to lug bags fo groceries home on a rickety bus.
6.Then one day, I ran out of bread. I gathered my courage and opened that creaking metal door, squinting into the shadows. Makeshift shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, piled high with candy, shampoo, and flour, among other necessities. A glass case filled with cheese and sausage separated the customers from the cash register. Another glass case, which ran the length of the shop, was filled with ice cream. I stood cautiously near the door, looking for the bread.
7.The woman behind the counter smiled at me. In Russian, she greeted me: “So you’re the new neighbor. We’ve been expecting you. I’m Anna. Come in , come in.”
8.She called into a back room, summoning the rest of her family from the house for introductions: her white-haired husband, Gevorg; daughter-in-law, Hasmik; three sons; and two small grandchildren, who hid behind their mother.
9.They all lived together in the house behind the shop, and they ran the store together. They peppered me with questions, all speaking at once in Russian, which I didn’t.
10.It took 30 minutes to get the bread and cross the street again, and in that time, I realized what a fool I’d been to travel across town twice a week when everything I wanted was in that store.
11.A few days later, I ran out of eggs. I grabbed some change and dashed duced me to some of her other customers. It took almostan hour to buy my eggs, as the neighbors lined up to meet me, to ask me about America. 展开
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结交朋友和学习中的语言亚美尼亚了比预期更长的时间，直至恐怖袭击事件9月11日。
我们的房子搬进是巨大的，美丽的。社区被认为是最好的一个在所有埃里温，亚美尼亚的首都，但它不能打动我。
2.Our优雅的住宅包围了一个8英尺的墙壁上有闪闪发光的金属峰值。邻近的房屋大，虽然许多壁像我们这样，其他人受扑塑料防水布或波纹金属薄膜的慌乱不祥在风中。漫步街头流浪狗充分的坑洞。苏联时代的汽车careened下坡，没有人行道行人与车辆隔离。
3.Across街道是一个小煤渣块建设，一间店铺已经上涨到了前面的一所房子作为一种事后的想法。在Windows的这个小地方wre蹲覆盖酒吧。被倒塌的墙壁，油漆剥落。两个骨瘦如柴的猫梳理自己的入口处。
4.Every一天，我走过去，这小店的路上下坡工作，我听到的笑声从内部似乎针对我，外国人。店门口的金属封闭落后的顾客抨击谁退出与面包藏在其武器，匆匆过去，诡秘的目光。
5 。我看不到过去的酒吧和灰尘的玻璃，所以我避免了存储，而是选择一个较大的频繁我的办公室附近，即使我不得不耳袋杂货主页上摇摇晃晃的公共汽车。
6.Then一天，我跑出去了面包。我得知我的勇气和开放的吱吱金属门，眯眼的阴影。临时货架从地板延伸到天花板，堆满了糖果，洗发水，和面粉等生活必需品。玻璃案件充满了奶酪，香肠失散的客户从收银机。另一个玻璃情况下，违背的长度店，充满了冰淇淋。我站在门口附近的谨慎，寻找面包。
7.The女子柜台后面的微笑我。在俄罗斯，她迎接我： “那么你的新邻居。我们一直在等着你。我是安娜。进来，进来“
8.She要求到后面的房间，召集其他家人的房子介绍：她满头白发的丈夫， Gevorg ;媳妇， Hasmik ;三个儿子和两个小孙子，谁躲在妈妈。
9.They所有共同生活在房子后面的店，和他们一起跑商店。他们胡椒粉我的问题，所有在俄罗斯一次，我没有。
10.It了30分钟得到面包和过马路了，在那个时候，我意识到，真是一个傻瓜我想是要穿越城镇每周两次时候我想在这家店面。
11.A几天后，我跑出去了鸡蛋。我抓住一些变化和破灭诱导我她的一些其他的客户。它almostan小时买我的鸡蛋，作为邻居排队，以满足我，问我美国。
我们的房子搬进是巨大的，美丽的。社区被认为是最好的一个在所有埃里温，亚美尼亚的首都，但它不能打动我。
2.Our优雅的住宅包围了一个8英尺的墙壁上有闪闪发光的金属峰值。邻近的房屋大，虽然许多壁像我们这样，其他人受扑塑料防水布或波纹金属薄膜的慌乱不祥在风中。漫步街头流浪狗充分的坑洞。苏联时代的汽车careened下坡，没有人行道行人与车辆隔离。
3.Across街道是一个小煤渣块建设，一间店铺已经上涨到了前面的一所房子作为一种事后的想法。在Windows的这个小地方wre蹲覆盖酒吧。被倒塌的墙壁，油漆剥落。两个骨瘦如柴的猫梳理自己的入口处。
4.Every一天，我走过去，这小店的路上下坡工作，我听到的笑声从内部似乎针对我，外国人。店门口的金属封闭落后的顾客抨击谁退出与面包藏在其武器，匆匆过去，诡秘的目光。
5 。我看不到过去的酒吧和灰尘的玻璃，所以我避免了存储，而是选择一个较大的频繁我的办公室附近，即使我不得不耳袋杂货主页上摇摇晃晃的公共汽车。
6.Then一天，我跑出去了面包。我得知我的勇气和开放的吱吱金属门，眯眼的阴影。临时货架从地板延伸到天花板，堆满了糖果，洗发水，和面粉等生活必需品。玻璃案件充满了奶酪，香肠失散的客户从收银机。另一个玻璃情况下，违背的长度店，充满了冰淇淋。我站在门口附近的谨慎，寻找面包。
7.The女子柜台后面的微笑我。在俄罗斯，她迎接我： “那么你的新邻居。我们一直在等着你。我是安娜。进来，进来“
8.She要求到后面的房间，召集其他家人的房子介绍：她满头白发的丈夫， Gevorg ;媳妇， Hasmik ;三个儿子和两个小孙子，谁躲在妈妈。
9.They所有共同生活在房子后面的店，和他们一起跑商店。他们胡椒粉我的问题，所有在俄罗斯一次，我没有。
10.It了30分钟得到面包和过马路了，在那个时候，我意识到，真是一个傻瓜我想是要穿越城镇每周两次时候我想在这家店面。
11.A几天后，我跑出去了鸡蛋。我抓住一些变化和破灭诱导我她的一些其他的客户。它almostan小时买我的鸡蛋，作为邻居排队，以满足我，问我美国。
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