The story of the heiress of an ancient Japanese clan who moved to Russia.
Sofia Maeda-singer and songwriter-grew up in Japan, but was forced to move to Russia. However, the girl does not forget her roots — her father and grandmother come from an ancient samurai family.
I was born in Japan and spent my entire childhood there: my father is Japanese, and my mother is Russian. I have dual citizenship by birth. In the family, we always spoke two languages. My father only knows Japanese, and my mother knows both languages, but she always spoke to me in Russian.
National restraint.
In my opinion, the Japanese are very friendly and friendly, always smile, treat foreigners well. I’ve never had any problems communicating with the locals. Although my mother says that when I was very young, the Japanese often photographed me surreptitiously — my appearance seemed unusual to them. But they were reserved and wary of their mother at first — they were surprised that a young Russian woman spoke Japanese so well.
At the same time, I can not help but note that despite the external friendliness of the Japanese, it is very difficult to understand what they really think about you. It is difficult to call it hypocrisy, rather it is such a national ethic. Although I know that in the circle of relatives they can gossip. But my dad is not like that-in this respect, he is much more Russian than Japanese: he often cuts with his back, openly expresses his opinion, as they say, climbs into trouble. In short, he does not behave at all in Japanese!
As for the expression of feelings, the pope, like all Japanese, is very reserved. I often go to visit my father and grandmother in Japan, I stay there for an average of a month, and when I return to Moscow, my mother hugs me, kisses me, and says how much she missed me. And I may not see my dad for six months, but when he meets me at the airport, he doesn’t even always hug me. This is typical of all Japanese people, this is their mentality.
Photo: provided by the heroine of the material.
The childhood of a samurai.
I did not notice any significant differences in the upbringing of children in Japan and Russia. But there, kids are taught to eat right from an early age — there are a lot of vegetables. Everyone always goes to school, university, and work with a bento box with a lunch that includes rice, fish or meat, and one or more types of chopped vegetables — such a healthy, rational diet. And my mother also prepared bento for me in kindergarten — this is how it is done. There we were fed only with high tea, everything else was taken with us.
I went to the kindergarten at the temple. I remember that there was no quiet hour, and they took us home about four o’clock in the afternoon. During the day, we had different classes: we sculpted, drew, and played. Our mothers actively participated in the organization of various holidays. For example, in early May, Japan traditionally celebrates Children’s Day (Kodomo no hi). Previously, this holiday was called Boys ‘ Day, its main symbol is the carp, this fish is considered very resilient and represents masculinity. On this day, together with our mothers, we hung flags in the form of carp in front of the kindergarten. The same decorations on this day are hung out by all Japanese families — as many boys in the family, so many flags.
Lust for life.
What surprises me most, in a good way, is the thirst for life of Japanese pensioners. My Japanese grandmother is 90 years old, she drives a car, never complains that she has something painful, does not say that she is too old to go somewhere or fly. She is very proud and independent, easy-going.
When I come to visit my grandmother, we go for a walk around the city, shopping or to a restaurant. I listen to her life stories and sing my songs to her-my grandmother is a very attentive listener. Often we all travel together to Japanese prefectures or go abroad. For example, a year ago, my dad and my grandmother went to Malaysia, went on a lot of excursions there, and my grandmother never even complained of fatigue. I think that the right way of life — nutrition, physical activity and a good environmental environment-helps her and her peers to keep up their spirits. My grandmother still takes care of herself — she uses creams, makes makeup, and does her hair.
Like Russian grandmothers, she loves to cook. One of the traditional dishes of our family is barazushi, which is made from rice, mushrooms,vegetables and eggs with vinegar. It is served cold. Also, our feast, as in Russia, is not complete without dumplings, only in Japan they are called gyoza-meat and vegetables in the dough. They can be boiled, they can be fried.
Japanese culture.
Until I was twelve, I had little knowledge of Japanese culture, and when my Russian friends, who are fond of anime, asked me for advice on interesting cartoons, I had nothing to answer. Everyone was very surprised. Over time, I started watching cartoons, and I liked it.
One of the most popular Japanese anime is the cartoon “Ampamman”, created by children’s writer Takashi Yanase. He began writing stories about Ampamman in the late 60s, and the first cartoon was released 20 years later. Ampamman-a revived an-pan bun with bean filling. The man-bun believes that he must help out everyone who gets into trouble, so he feeds his head to the hungry. And this superhero in each series fights with the villain Bikinman (Human-bacterium). Absolutely all children in Japan know and love this cartoon. My older cousins grew up on it. This anime even got into the Guinness Book of Records because of the uncountable number of characters.