Wonderzine Editors Recall The Brightest Gifts In Their Life

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Wonderzine Editors Recall The Brightest Gifts In Their Life
Wonderzine Editors Recall The Brightest Gifts In Their Life
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Video: 🎁ВЫБИРАШКИ / ВЫБЕРИ ТЕНИ🥰 2023, February
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New Year is also a mandatory series of gifts. You can treat tradition in different ways: someone is sincerely happy to present gifts on New Year's Eve, while someone, on the contrary, does not like scheduled congratulations. But both of them almost certainly have a story about the most memorable gift in their life - the most beloved and dear one, or, on the contrary, strange and incomprehensible how it ended up under the tree. We in the editorial office remembered several gifts for the New Year and not only that made the greatest impression on us - and we are sharing them with you.

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Dasha Knyazeva

"Style" section editor

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As far back as I can remember, every year at the beginning of December we decorated the Christmas tree and the whole family put the already wrapped gifts under it for the whole December. It was almost always a surprise - it seems to me that I never once guessed what was hidden in the box. The memory erased almost all the gifts from childhood - except one. I was eleven or twelve years old, and at this age you are hardly able to enjoy practical gifts (at least, I did not always succeed). Unfolding the holiday packaging, I found snowboard gloves - neon yellow, with gray accents and special protection. Then I was just starting to ride, but the equipment and appearance, for some unknown reason, did not bother me at all. I could not hide my disappointment - the shameful “Is that all?”, It seems, will haunt me all my life. Now I understand how progressive and cool that gift was - real proof that the family supports what you do. I am grateful to my mother for a calm and wise reaction - she endured my words with dignity. And I still remember the gift!

Ksyusha Petrova

growth and distribution editor

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I love choosing and giving gifts: I keep a special list in Google Docs, where I write down gift ideas for friends throughout the year, and I also regularly update my wishlist. But most of all I love unexpected gifts that I would never have thought of asking. Perhaps the champion in such gifts is my friend Diana Kostina, a very serious lawyer who gave me rap for my birthday in 2014. Rap about me. It was like this: a company of friends and acquaintances and I were in a bar, where every Thursday a poetic party drank - everyone came to the microphone, freestyle or recited poetry, improvised on different instruments. At some point, Diana came out, asked her acquaintances to depict beatbox and read a rap about me - unfortunately, I don't remember the lyrics exactly, but in general it was all about how cool I am and how great I am. You can't imagine the best congratulations for a person who likes to lie down and cry on his birthday.

There were other strange and cool gifts - for example, once on March 8, an ex-boyfriend gave me a pink kitchen knife, for which I had to go through a small quest with the participation of friends. I love it very much when friends give me their pictures (Sasha and Masha, draw more!). It seems that I have never been disappointed with a gift - first of all, I am pleased with the very fact that a person chose something, thinking about me. And if it is also a useful thing, which is pleasant to look at, it is generally superb.

Anya Airapetova

editor of the section "Entertainment"

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Probably, I have a very bad memory, and it is quite possible that for twenty-nine years I have been presented with much more unexpected, luxurious or, on the contrary, terrible gifts, but for some reason this particular one has cut into my memory. I could hardly be called a diligent student, but when I started dating a skater in my sophomore year in May, my studies were in jeopardy. The logical outcome of this undoubtedly "most important" novel of my life was expulsion from the university. I was eighteen years old.For my mother, this was a huge blow - needless to say, what kind of situation reigned in our house until I recovered.

My birthday was approaching. Every year my parents, as a rule, gave me what I wanted, but then no one even became interested in my desires. As a result, on my nineteenth birthday, I unexpectedly received not one, but two gifts. The first was a checkered wool scarf - why not, it was quite nice and warm. But here's the second gift … I still don't know if it was a gift of revenge - or if my parents really, for some reason, decided to please me that way. The second gift turned out to be a porcelain doll - from the category of those who are given passports with names, mine was recorded by Elizabeth. She had amber blinding curls, a semi-Victorian outfit, and a blank look.

Don't get me wrong, I know that there are people who collect dolls. And I don't even have anything against it. But in my life I was not fond of porcelain dolls, I never gave a reason to think that they were interesting to me, and just in case I want to remind you that I was already nineteen. When every year you are presented with something of fashionable technology, a porcelain doll scares in earnest. As luck would have it, my mother put it in the most prominent place in my room - on the chest of drawers in front of the bed. Every day I woke up and fell asleep under her gaze. Every time I hid her in the closet and left the apartment, upon returning, it turned out that she was back in place and was drilling my bed with her eyes. It was a horror movie.

I have not lived with my parents for a long time and I do not remember when I last saw Elizabeth, but I think that if I open the closet in my former room, I will again find her there.

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Anastasia Narushevich

editor of the "News" section

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A long time ago, when good cartoons were shown on TV, and I had not yet gone to school, my parents decided to celebrate the New Year with the family of my father's colleague. I don’t remember the details and location, but the moment of giving gifts was clearly preserved in my memory, which, despite all the senselessness of the situation, finally ruined my already not very festive mood.

The family of this colleague consisted of four people, two of them are brothers of the same age as me. When the clock struck twelve and we started looking for presents under the tree together, the boys found a large box with a real trampoline inside! No kidding, this is the best gift for a child of any age, and why hide it, for an adult too. While they were assembling the structure, I finally found the gift intended for me. Imagine my disappointment when, opening the package, I saw a Chinese plastic nurse's kit.

Of course, you need to be grateful for any gifts, whatever they may be - after all, a person found the time and means to make a pleasant gesture. But we are not gathered here for the sake of moralizing, so let's go straight to the finale. The rest of the holiday I sat with a face red from tears and thought only about why I was so unfairly branded with the stamp of toys "for girls", which I successfully exchanged all my childhood for cars and Lego blocks.

Olga Lukinskaya

editor of the section "Health"

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I really love holidays and gifts, I never feel sad before the New Year, and I always count the months, weeks and days before my birthday. As a child, several times I found gifts hidden by my parents (not by chance, but because I was actively looking for); if they were books, then she began to read them. I remember very well how my parents gave me the "Guinness Book of Records" and I immediately began to show them the coolest records, already knowing what pages they are on!

I believed in Santa Claus for a very long time, because mom and dad created a real fairy tale: once, for example, there was a knock on the window (and we lived on the fourth floor). When we went out to the balcony, it turned out that there were gifts attached with clothespins hanging on the clothes dryer.Another time we received a doorbell - and there was a fresh Christmas tree behind it! I try very hard to create the same fabulous atmosphere for my family, because this childhood feeling of happiness will be remembered for a lifetime.

I don’t like and don’t understand when they give money - it seems to me that the person didn’t make an effort to find out about the desired gift. But there is an intermediate option, when people find out what you want and give money for it, because it is physically difficult for them to buy it or there is a risk of making a mistake. Last birthday I wanted to subscribe to Audible, and my parents gave me money for it, because it's easier for me to get it.

This year we have already exchanged gifts - we are starting to do this at Christmas according to the Gregorian calendar, when my husband celebrates it. I got tickets to Michael Bublé's concert in September 2019, Christopher got a scooter and other little things, and my husband got a Barça uniform. It was very funny when he was trying on his pants, and the child shouted joyfully: "Es pantalón de Carlos!" Carlos is some kind of physical education teacher at their school, and apparently has the same sweatpants; I think now they will always be codenamed "Pantalon de Carlos".

Sasha Savina

editor of the section "Life"

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I must admit that I am not the most conscious person in terms of gifts - I try to be better, but most often I frantically think about what to buy, a week before the holiday. But many of my friends and relatives throughout the year write down what others would like to receive as a gift so that at the right time they can buy something that a person will definitely be happy with - so I'm very lucky.

There were many memorable gifts throughout my life and on various holidays - for example, once in my childhood, for my birthday, my dad gave me a box of "Kinder surprises". Then I put together a collection of toy penguins and managed to get tired of chocolate (though, it seems, only for half a day, and then continued) - in general, it was cool.

From the more recent, the twenty-seventh birthday is remembered. I got married the previous summer - everything was fine, except that we never tasted the wedding cake. At the event itself, it was not up to that - we set aside a couple of pieces, but did not realize to put them in the refrigerator overnight, so everything was gone. In general, for my twenty-seventh birthday, my husband ordered me a cake with exactly the same filling, only smaller and with a different design - with a bow and the Wonderzine logo. There are no photos especially preserved - except that here I am crying next to him from the touching moment. In general, the point is not at all about the cake - of course, there is nothing wrong with the fact that I did not try it at the wedding (most of my acquaintances, brides and grooms, in principle, forgot to eat), and this was far from my greatest desire. The main thing is attention and a sincere desire to make someone else feel good. This is probably the most important thing in any gift.

Julia Taratuta

Chief Editor

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It's a sin to me to complain, my Santa Claus worked in an ambulance, like my best dad in the world. Therefore, with tangerines and toys, he came to me immediately after rescuing people, in a white coat, which was knocked out from under a red velvet one, and with a stethoscope on his chest. Every ten years my friends shoot an incredibly touching film about me for my next anniversary. And when at the publishing house where I made a pretty women's magazine, good owners changed to evil ones and I was left without work, my another half bought tickets to California, and there is no better gift for a person without work than the ocean and a fast ride.

But we know that for some reason gifts-incidents are remembered. Every year my grandfather was given a wooden eagle at work - I remember a whole flock that spent the winter at his house on the mezzanine. And I also had a professional gift that is hard to forget. It was about a large Moscow newspaper, I was writing about politics and social order - it is clear that neither the first nor the second involved taunting the reporter.And when, in the last week of December, real gifts - ice cream carts, boxes of champagne, boxes of chocolates and colored bags tied with silk ribbons - were brought to the consumer departments - I could only joke gloomily: "They would send at least a chocolate Santa Claus in uniform." Around that minute, a courier entered the office with a small box signed with my name. Asceticism, it seemed, made me the most grateful addressee, ready for any development of events. But the contents of the box turned out to be a real surprise and a test of humility. It had a spoon holder. Not even a spoon, but a stand for it. The curtain.

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