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The secrect of Saint Petersburg

Summary:

In 1890, a young Italian girl suddenly wakes up in the heart of cold Russia, with no memory of how she got there or what happened to her.
In her attempt to return home, she meets a group of young people who help her navigate life in Russia and figure out what had happened to her.

Notes:

So hi, this is my first work and to be honest it's just an idea.
This is just a part of the first chapter and therefore it's incomplete.
I still have a lot to add but I don't know when.
I'll try to upload a new chapter every week but no promisses.
While I speak italian I can't say the same for russian so I used Google translate so sorry if it's incorrect.
I hope you like the idea. 🩷
English isn't my first language.

Chapter 1: Confusion

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She was confused and cold.
‘Why am I cold? It’s never been this cold, so why?’ She thought.
She couldn't see clearly where she was but wherever it was it was tiny as hell.
‘Ok calm down, what’s the last thing you remember? … mmmmmh….. why can’t I remember, why? Why?’ She was panicking.
‘I can’t panic now’ she drew a breath, then two, then three until she calmed down.
‘ Well let’s try and get up’ when she moved she hit her head on wood.
‘Am I in a box? Why the fuck am I in a box? Am I stupid did I do this or … no firstly I get out of here then I’ll do everything else.
Ok you can do it.. ugh a little more ughhhh’
With all the strength she had she was able to open the box.
The air that hit her was freezing.
‘Oh my God, that’s so cold, oh God I’m fucking freezing’ she began to shiver and for a little she thought that being in the box wasn’t that bad after all.
‘ugh what in the hell am I thinking. Let’s try to find something to wear that is more suitable’
The alley where the box was ended in the town hall.
‘ok there is so much snow and it’s so fucking cold, now what do I do?’ She started looking around and her eyes leyed on a lady that was probably 30, dressed decently (at least for the arctic temperature) and was holding a kid.
‘ok so I think I’m gonna ask her where I am and see if she can help me’
“ Mi scusi Signora mi saprebbe dire cortesemente dove sono?” [ Excuse me, Madam, could you kindly tell me where I am?]
The woman was confused and so was the kid.
“Извините, что вы сказали?” [ Excuse me, what have you said?]
‘UHU??... And now what has she sayed’
“Scusi, cosa?” [ Excuse me, what?]
‘Now what do I do? What even is she speaking now, it isn’t Italian or any language from here, maybe piemontese? Noo it's too distinct, ugh’
“Девушка, с вами всё в порядке? Вы нездешняя, верно? Вы говорите по-русски, правда?” [Miss, are you feeling all right? You're not from around here, right? You speak Russian, don't you?]
‘ok so no italian or any language from home, got it. Maybe…’
“ Sorry … ugh…does… eeh …you… eeh …speak-speaka … englese?”
‘Let's hope she understood…’
“Что? И что она теперь сказала? Боже, посмотри, как она одета — так она же замерзнет. Пойдем со мной, я тебе помогу.”
[What? And what did you say now? God, look at how you’re dressed—you’re going to freeze like that. Come with me; I'll help you.]
With a gentle grip the woman grabbed the young girls’ hand and brought her along to the nearest clothes shop.