My French learning process. I took up French classes 2 years ago, and studied ot with seriousness because it was my faculty in university. I studied it quite well and i were placed 2nd position in my class which led me an enormous opportunity to study abroad. But i made such a risky decision, when i chose to apply for a scholarship in Russia and fortunately i were accepted while my friend who was in her Russian faculty, did not receive a good new. And my studying life had changed since then. Gradually, i got rid of learning French, i was scheduled to study Russian and i took up most of my time. Because as i know, i were a newbie, a complete newbie in the field of acknowledging Russian, 95% of the candidates had a certain Russian language background, they had studied Russian since secondary or high school, did i make a bad choice? My studying Russian was in progress, i knew that i started later than other candidates so i attempted 10 times harder than them, i made use of every chance to practice Russian with locals or international students when i was in Russia. Obviously, i spent less time on French practicing. Until one day, i did not sure the exact date but it must be after 6 months since i moved to Russia, i found that i couldn't hold a normal conversation with my French language partner, i couldn't conjugate a random words or even pronounce wrongly with a very basic word. I felt desperately sad, i wondered what i had done with my decision. After that talking, i was deep in overthinking, and turned to be blunt easily if any of my friends said something relevant to French. I was mean and bad. But i soon recovered from that deep well of negative thoughts and i decided that i officially gave up in learning French. I haven't set my feet in it since that decision and felt satisfied with my choice. Unfortunately, recently, when i accidentally went to a coffee shop and they played the song " La vie en rose", my mind automatically went back to those days which were very beginning of my French learning process. I remembered how i struggledb with pronouncing letter "r", how i found it was truly interesting with the letter " ç" in "la langue français"... A strong feeling of regret surged up and left me a nostalgia. And when i am writing these lines, i come up with an idea to study French again. I think, there must be a signal for me to go back with French language- language of love. Hence, i follow my heart. I will begin again, from very beginning. Will you be on my side?