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Do Men Give Presents For 8th of March?

Eight of March is Women’s Day (originally called International Working Women’s Day) and it primarily is celebrated in a former Soviet bloc. The day is celebrated in order to note and show the appreciation towards women for social and political achievements. Yet with the years as well as changing political and cultural live 8th of March in post-bloc countries have gotten a slightly different context: nowadays, men would simply appreciate their mothers, wives, girlfriends and daughters. It has simply become a “women’s day” to note the necessity and appreciation of all women.

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Danish Jonas, who has got a Bulgarian girlfriend, said that he has heard about the day yet didn’t know the precise date nor that it is specifically celebrated in post-Soviet bloc. “Actually, I did not know that I should give my girl friend a gift for that day… I have never celebrated any of that kind of holidays in my family, and prefer giving gifts when I want instead of decided holidays”, says Jonas. “I used to celebrate Women’s Day when I still lived in Uzbekistan”, says Uzbek Akmal. “We would usually give flowers and say nice words for women. Besides, on 8th of March we would have a free day, we would not have to work”, adds he.

Yet according to the recently organized research in one of the post-Soviet bloc countries, it has become clear that men have no idea on what do women expect as a gift for 8th of March. According to the research, majority of women would highly prefer to spend some time with the partner rather than getting a present, yet men think that a bouquet of flowers or a practical gift would mean more.

Hm, well, I personally don’t think that presents are needed for such a celebration as International Women’s Day. However, since I myself come from a post-Soviet bloc country, I would love my boyfriend to cook a dinner for me and appreciate me for the way I am (at least). Baby?.. ;)

Their Sundays

As he would touch her skin, she would always flinch. And her skin would always get funny-looking goosebumps. He would smile, and she would smile back knowing that the soft finger-tip touch is just the beginning. It always is.

Picture made by Sanya Khomenko

She was a little naïve girl, who had left her head somewhere in a smoke-filled bar, where they met long time ago. She was artistic. Feminine. Short and bubbly. And she adored autumn. She would kick piles of leaves in the towns forgotten street, where the two of them used to walk on Sundays after a sophisticated saxophone concert and a grand cup of cappuccino in a cozy secluded café somewhere in Boulevard. She would take a couple of reddish-looking maple leaves to twist a rose afterwards. She would get lost in magical autumn colors and he would get lost in her. They knew – its another season; another reason for making love.