Inna Netesova died.
Yet another Inna in six months.
In 2012 she had a mastectomy. She needed chemo but had no money. Then war began, and then it was too late.
We helped her with food and medications. She couldn’t breathe without the latter because of fluid accumulating in lungs.
Recently Zhenya took her for pre-cancer ward, in order to drain her lungs.
“Inna is slowly burning out.” That’s what the doctor said on that day, and was surprised she was still alive.
After her lungs were drained on Thursday, she felt better. And on Sunday she departed.
Oksana was one of those girls who back then, in 2014, were in the first ranks of Donbass independence defenders.
Her house remained on the other side. In Ukraine, in Kramatorsk…
The girl fought, participated in the liberation of Chernukhino. Blew up on a mine with her vehicle. The driver was torn to bits, another soldier lost an arm. She suffered a spine injury. She was taken to Rostov for surgery, had plates inserted.
Now she lives in Lugansk. Her house is where charges for “terrorism” and “separatism” are awaiting her. Her mother was held prisoner in a cellar for three days, after she tried to recreate her daughter’s documents and send them to her…
On April 6, 2014, Vitaliy liberated the SBU building. It was a famous event, but few realize what happened with many of these first “separatists” who remained “there”–in Ukraine.
This is a story about a family from the city of Rubezhnoye, which is now on the other side of the line. Vitaliy’s wife Natasha together with other activists organized a referendum while he was in Lugansk in the spring of 2014.
After the June 22 assault on Severodonetsk and Lisichansk, Vitaliy evacuated families and children from the city, but did not manage to evacuate his own. Then hell began.
When UAF entered Rubezhnoye someone, as often happens in such cases, reported him as a “separatist.” They swept him up right away. I have friends in Rubezhnoye and Severodonets, I know from them that people are afraid to show in any way what they think about Ukraine’s government. If you ask people on the street, they won’t say anything. And then some inspired journalist from Moscow Echo writes that everyone is grateful for the “liberation”…
They and others were thrown into a cellar where they, including children, were kept for six hours sitting on the floor with their hands on their heads. Natasha was hit on the head with a rifle butt, she still has severe headaches and her broken hand still doesn’t function well. Vladislav, the boy on the photos, passes out every day.
Whenever someone knocks on the door, he falls to the floor and covers his head.
Today Tanya will finally have her surgery in Lugansk to remove her breast. They were supposed to remove both, but they decided to postpone it until after the chemo. The second breast is also suspect, tests came out poorly…
The surgery has been delayed since May. She’s in the hospital for the third time to have the surgery. We’re asking everyone who can clench their fists to pray or simply think of Tanya. She’s alone with her son. There’s no-one to help them aside from us. It so happens…
She needed a transfusion before the surgery, but there was no blood.
Our Lena spent 7 hours at the blood bank searching for donors.
Tanya and Maksim.
We haven’t written about Seryozha a lot lately, he usually gets a mention in the general reports.
Lena is trying to visit him as often as possible in the retirement home in Lugansk.
Seryozha is sad. He’s had problems before the war, but the amputation of his leg in ’15 broke his life.
We already wrote last year he finds it difficult to be alone and confined to a wheelchair. He’s not strong enough to roll up the ramp into the home. He has polyarthritis, after all. So he can’t traverse any obstacles without help. And yet there’s a lovely forest park right next door.
He’s very sad and asks about us and Zhenya all the time.
I recently corresponded with the chief of the cancer clinic in Lugansk. We’re shocked. Every week, they perform 45(!) breast removal operations. As opposed to no more than 3 before the war. And keep in mind that LPR is less than half of the Lugansk region which the clinic serviced, and moreover many people have since left. What’s most horrifying is that the clinic is full of young girls. Half of them are under 25.
I like this photo, this dress, this smile.
Vika can’t see, so she doesn’t know where to look when she’s photographed. And though she poses, she’s easy to “capture.”
When she listens, she slightly tilts her head forward and furrows eyebrows, squinting slightly. And she always giggles. She’s still not used to her condition and believes she’ll see again.
Once I referred to in jest “little bellflower.” And she is like that. She’s a beautiful and gentle flower. And she laughs all the time, no, she rings.
Zhenya recently delivered her life-sustaining medications from us.
These are not merely kids. They are all foster children who live with families in Lugansk and who are listed with the city aid center. You and I helped the center make a holiday for them. Celebrate with us)))
I love such posts–about kids, smiles, joy, and gifts. It’s especially fun when there is some part of us in that. You. Me.
After taking part in the competition, 40 kids were taken to a fun park with a ropes course, after which they got ice cream and candy.
Ice cream and candy provoked indescribable enthusiasm.
Many of these kids’ parents cannot right now, at a time like this, afford to even buy them ice cream.
Thanks to everyone who sent money for this activity which was part of the Day of Family, Love, and Faith celebrations.
Hurrah, my friends!)))
Zhenya said, or rather wrote, “The kids got a holiday like NO OTHER.”
And you did that)
Thanks for being there))
Gurzuf was painted by Korovin, Shishkin, and Ayvazovskiy.
It’s artists’ Mecca. Even today the old town is full of artists, painting the city, mountains, and the sea. Cypress trees, fig trees, red roofs at one’s feet, balconies, cobblestoned narrow alleys.
They say that Gurzuf renovation plans include its waterfront and parts of the old Gurzuf. I haven’t seen the plan, only heard of it from those who’ve seen it. They want to take down part of the old Gurzuf, along the Chekhov Street. And want to remodel the waterfront.
My grandfather, Lev Knipper and his whole family including his aunt Olga Leonardovna Knipper-Chekhova and the writer’s daughter Maria Pavlovna Chekhova, have lived in this part of the town almost without a break. Many famous people lived and live there still. The place exudes history. These are most beautiful places, old and full of character.
Vika, I know your mom is reading this post to you right now.
So I want to say a few things.
We’ve met two years ago in Lugansk.
I remember that day–it was mid-May 2015.
You were in bed, too weak to get up. You lost your two front teeth, went blind, and weighed about as much as in elementary school. Younger brother had only just died, and people thought back then the war would be over soon. One couldn’t get insulin in the city. Pharmacies stood empty. No wages, no pensions.
Even though you were too weak to get up, you got up anyway–so said mom. One had to, even though one didn’t want to. You didn’t want anything back then–to live, to eat, to walk…
Lena told me: “talk to her, you are merry, young.”
I tried to talk, remember?
I went on about some nonsense, and you only replied that you didn’t want to live.