Here I am in my new city, Маркс (Marx). It is really small, especially compared to the other cities that I have served in. It is the smallest city in the mission where missionaries can serve. (Picture above is the view from our window. This is basically how Маркс looks). We are also the very first sisters in the city. That’s kind of interesting because many members don’t know how to talk with us. One lady asked, what do we call you, Elders, too? I just laughed and said no, we’re Sisters, not Elders. The branch here is very small, but they have a nice building.
We went to church yesterday and I was shocked to see so few members. I think there were only 20 people there, and that is including the missionaries (there are four of us) so you can see that it is tiny. I think there are about 100 members but only 20 come regularly. There are no investigators, no new members . . . and I’m really wondering why sisters were sent here. But despite all that, I’m going to give it all I’ve got. I think maybe we were sent here because the Elders lost the members’ trust (not the ones who are here now, but other Elders who were here) and since we are the very first sisters, there is a chance to have that without too much trouble. Except for our landlady. Every time she sees us she tells us to make sure not to break anything. Its rather annoying because I haven’t broken anything yet on my mission. The past Elders even broke the toilet. Don’t ask me how that happened.
Its so weird to have P-Day on Monday. So far I don’t really like it because that puts off our district meeting. That means that we have no work because we have no ward list . . . without a ward list, we have no way to know who to go to. Usually when you open a new city (at least for sisters it works this way) you spend a lot of time contacting (but we didn’t even have the address of the church) and a lot of time doing, what we call, walking by addresses. That means that you go and try to get to know the members. We have been counseled as missionaries to not contact for more than one hour everyday and since we can’t go see the members, we have nothing else to do. Luckily, the Elders took us with them yesterday so we weren’t completely bored, but I have no idea what is going to happen today. You see, I have a lot of responsibility on my shoulders. My companion basically does nothing (because she can’t speak the language and doesn’t understand what is going on) and that means that if things don’t work out, it will be all my fault. Its kind of annoying and overwhelming all at the same time.
[The above film is of the first snow that I saw my second winter in Russia. It didn't last very long, but I was still excited to see it. Sorry, I'm speaking in Russian, but I'm not saying much more that what I wrote above.]
Not much other than our move has really happened since last Thursday. Thanks to everyone who wrote me this week, mom, dad, grandpa, Lizzy, and Sara (though that was a pitiful letter. You really don’t get it? It isn’t worth your time to get on the computer, sign in, get on the internet and sign in there only to send a single line). Anyway, I digress.
So, I have to say that I’m a little upset that Becky won’t be home for Christmas. She’s known about this for a long time, so I don’t get why she won’t be able to come. It seems to me that she either didn’t try to get the time off, or she picked going to New York now over being home for Christmas. I know she usually says that she can’t ask for that time off, but she lives in Utah and I think that her managers would understand if she mentioned that her sister was coming home from her mission. Either way, it makes me want to say that she doesn’t have to come if she doesn’t want to. We’ll see each other soon enough when I start school again next fall, especially since she hasn’t cared enough to write me at all while I’ve been here except the one time that mom made her, why should she care enough to waste time and money (even if it isn’t hers) to come all the way home? You can tell her I said that, too.
(Picture to the right - one of the streets in Маркс after the snow melted).
By the way, on a happier note, I think, I got an email from one of the sisters who was with me in the MTC that said: “Random information: I got informed today by Elder Cox that missionaries who come home from Ukraine and Russia stink really bad for about a week. I didn't really believe him but he backed his sources up and said that all the chemicals that have built up in us just make us stink really bad to Americans. So sorry in advance...I'm actually really interested to see if you'll be plugging your noses at me.” – I have to say, too, sorry if that will be the case.
I really don’t know what else to say. Oh, something interesting happened today. Some lady came knocking on our door. She was really pounding on it so I couldn’t ignore it like I wanted to (I was already told that no one should be coming to see us except the landlady who will come once a month, the lady who takes care of registration, and the Elders) so I said, who’s there? The response was, me. I said, who’s me? She said something but I couldn’t really hear so I said, what? She responded, open the door and see. I, of course, didn’t open it. I told our district leader later (he’s Russian by the way) and he said, no, never open the door. I already knew that, but it was nice to have confirmation that I made the right decision. I was also told that even if they claim to be the police, I should never open the door but should immediately call the Elders. I have a feeling that this week is going to be very interesting, or rather this month in Маркс.
Can I just say that I don’t feel like I have only a month left. How is that possible? I keep asking myself that very question. How is it possible that a year and a half has almost passed? How is it possible that I have spent that time in a foreign country among strange people who are no longer strangers? How is it possible that I walk on the street, half-way around the world, speaking a foreign language, understanding what is said to me, and feeling like a part of this strange world? How is it possible that the Lord has trusted me with the souls of His children, trusted me to teach them, serve them, and help them come closer to Him? And how it is possible that now all that is ending? It doesn’t feel real. My whole mission is one huge dream, sometimes really good, sometimes a little nightmarish, but still a dream, a dream that can’t possibly be real, can it? Is it possible that I have changed as much as I feel that I have? I really don’t know. Maybe I am the same person that I was 1 ½ years ago, but that doesn’t seem possible, but I couldn’t even describe how I’ve changed . . .
Well, I don’t know what else to talk about. We are celebrating Thanksgiving on Wednesday. We will be going to Саратов (Saratov) to spend that time with the missionaries there. That should be fun but we have to bake a pie and I have no idea how to do that. We’ll see how it works out. It will also be nice to get my stuff that was left in Самара (Samara). The Elders were supposed to bring it with them when they came to Энгельс (Engels) on Friday night, but they didn’t. The sisters brought it to Saratov, and so I will be able to pick it up.
By the way, mom, I went to Moscow only because Sister Wheeler (she’s serving in Саратов) needed to renew her Visa and she couldn’t go by herself. It sounds like that is going to cause a lot of problems, though, because the lady who does registration asked me why I got a new migration card after only three months, then she said that the lady in Саратов kind of freaked out, too. She had to go to Саратов to do my registration. We’ll see what happens. I am sure that everything will be fine.
The internet is having problems, but I don’t think there were any other questions that I need to answer. But now I have to wait to be able to get this sent off. Let’s see if I can think of anything interesting to share. Маркс is located about 20-30 minutes from Энгельс along the Волга (Volga) river. It has probably about the population of Bismarck [I found out later that it has half as many people as Bismarck], but seems much smaller.
Our landlady is a little crazy. No, that’s not true, she really is just old. She cried today as we walked to do registration. I’m not exactly sure why. But, she’s nice enough. They just finished renovating the apartment, new wallpaper (Russians love wallpaper), and things like that. Its pretty nice but the kitchen is small and when we first came the fridge was in the hallway. I didn’t like that and neither did Sister Дэлгэрцэцэг (Delgertsetseg) so we moved it into the kitchen. It fit nicely and everything was ok, but then they told us that we couldn’t have it right by the stove because it is a gas stove, so we had to move it and now there is very little room.
So, anyway, I guess I’ll get this sent off while the internet is working.
Love,
Сестра Атвуд
P.S. Don’t worry about me, everything will be fine, the Lord is on my side.