Perhaps I should tell you about the main reason for this trip to Lugansk?
Here’s what happened.
One evening, when I was already falling asleep, I got a letter from Natasha. Her profile photo shows an unbelievably beautiful blonde–I had no idea. “Dunya, tell me, how are things with the wheelchair for Seryozha Kutsenko?” How are things? They are nowhere. It’s expensive, I say. Electric ones are like that. Can’t collect enough money.
“Maybe I’ll buy one?”
And things took off.
We started with looking at a used, cheap one, and ended with a cool German brand new one that’s insanely expensive.
This lovely lady totally stunned me, and on top of that keeps saying there’s no need to write about it. Yeah right, Natasha. I’ll post the best photo right here. Let others envy me.
All in all, we managed to get it by Seryozha’s birthday (actually a couple of days later) and went to surprise him.
But when we brought in the chair, to be honest we were worried about him. He went pale and fell silent. Didn’t say anything for two minutes.
Zhenya tried to take his pulse, but he waved us away:
–Everything’s fine. Just my hair stood up.
This is how Seryozha got a motorized wheelchair. Quiet, fast, with multiple gears.
We “ordered” him to drive it without recharging to see how big a charge the battery holds.
At about 5am we got an IM from Seryozha that all’s great. He’s driving and there’s still power.
So he either has been driving up and down the corridor all night, or got up at 4am…
So now I’ll have to pick carefully every word–he reads everything, the snake!))) He’s outraged I called him Private in one of my posts. I’m a Sergeant, he says!
We know, Seryozh–a tank commander.
But we always saw you, jokingly, as Private Kutsenko.
He got his way, though–as you can see, I am writing a retraction. From now on you’ll be “Sergeant Kutsenko.”
And the voice recording of her daughter singing for us.
Naturally, it would be better to live in one’s own home. But he can’t live on his own without a leg. And the house is gone…
When we met him, in a barack in Khryashchevatoye, where there was no electricity or water, he was just surviving. No idea how he cooked for himself. Neighbors sometimes brought him water. He walked with crutches with great difficulty. That’s how it was…
Last time I wrote that Seryozha has problems with making it into the retirement home building due to the steep incline. It made him dependent on strangers who would push him into and out of the building. He went out only during the summer, it was impossible to take him outside at other times.
I wrote then about the need for a motorized wheelchair, but did not even hope something would come of it. At best, someone might donate an old one. It’s easier to buy batteries than a new wheelchair.
But, dear God, Natasha read that post…
I don’t know how it came to be that such people as Natasha read my blog, but I’m very much proud of it.
I’m simply at a loss for words. Natasha, you are…I don’t even know how to say it.
Thank you from all of us, on Seryozha’s behalf. And thank you for being there. Merry, beautiful, smart…
Thanks also to everyone who is worried for Seryozha, who is sending him treats and various presents.
And of course thanks to all who participate in this effort, and thanks to whom these visits and assistance are continuing.
I’m often written that there are many good people. No, there aren’t. Unfortunately, there aren’t…
But thank God I do meet them in large numbers due to these trips to the Donbass.
Thank you so much. All of you. Thank you and a low bow.
For your caring…