In the beginning I thought America was " a land of living, hope, woven of dreams, aflamed with longing and desire." I was filled with exictment, a new place to find my work that was denied to me in Russia. To be free from the toil that has held me down. Only to find out it was all a lie, the reality of America came crashing down on my dreams. So Svetlana I tell you " America is no utopia." My first job was a lackey to a Americanize Russian family. I would wake up early scrubbed floors, scoured pots, and wsahed cloths.Doing all my work with passion to earn my wages that I worked so hard for.The month was over and it was pay day. Oh " how high rose my dreams, how plainy I saw all I would do with visionary wages shining like a light
