Natalya Andrievskaya

A job is having an opportunity to do something you’re good at and be paid for it. A dream job is doing something you would be happy to spend your own money on, and still make profit.

Speaking about major changes, what I’d really like to do is at move to a villa somewhere on the shores of the Mediterranean or the Gulf of Mexico and “work” as a writer.

Comfortable work environment implies having a team of people, who, if they wind up together on an uninhabited island, won’t start eating each other, one by one, but instead unite their efforts to build a raft and get back to the civilization.

A man who’s got a cave of his own and a stack of lion skins in the corner (as in a flat of his own and a bank account) is more attractive, because these can be regarded as indicators of this particular individual’s strength and prosperity.

I’m scared of flying. Even though I often go on various business trips, I still can’t get rid of aerophobia. During takeoff and landing, I turn into a ball of nerves, clinging to the armrests and closing my eyes as tight as I can.

I don’t think I have anyone to hate at the moment. But I ‘m sure I could. I give in to my emotions easily. I prefer to believe that it’s got nothing to do with hysterical personality, and can be explained with my oversensitivity.

I’m not happy with the state of environment around here! I love fresh air, but in Moscow if you go running in the evening, first thing you feel like doing is getting a respirator.

I’m always fighting my laziness. But I don’t always win…

If someone calls me in the middle of the night and invites me to join them for an expedition to the Everest that leaves tomorrow, I’m almost sure I’d refuse. But if this someone offers me to take up a sailing course and go take part in a Caribbean regatta the following summer, most probably, it would be a “yes”.

We give money to beggars because we want to help. We leave a tip to someone who’s earned it.

I wouldn’t be able to go without a morning shower and a breakfast. Makes me feel like some prehistoric ape.

I fear poverty and loneliness in old age. But after you’ve had a great time during your youth and maturity, achieved everything you wanted to achieve, when you realize that you’ve known what happiness is, when you still haven’t lost a passion for living, for travelling — I think, in this case getting old doesn’t at all seem that terrifying.

Loneliness as an permanent state, when you feel lonely even though you’re surrounded by people, or when you’d like to be among people, but you don’t have anybody to be there for you, — that’s a truly horrible thing to happen to one.