I really don’t want my reports from the Donbass to be only about sad things. Or, rather, I’d prefer that, when you saw my posts in your feed or on your wall, your heart did not shrink with sadness and you did not think that it’s another awful story about how someone died, is dying, or has lost everything. Yes, there are many such stories. War is a tragedy, broken lives, pain, and our shame.
But in reality, the history of the war in these posts is not only a story of suffering, unlucky people. It’s also stories about heroes, about strong people. About closely knit families, about people with unbelievable willpower and–most importantly–this blog’s story is the story of mutual assistance. Of the great cycle of goodness. And I want you to know that hundreds of people are behind our goodness. Various people. And all of them have enormous hearts.
Please remember this when you read my stories and reports.
Here, for example, is Anya from Moscow. She is in a very difficult situation–her daughter is disabled. I first encountered her in my life when I read about Vika whom we then took to Moscow for eye treatment. It turned out she has TB. She then lost her boyfriend, her grandmother died, and she had already lost her brother before that. Vika was greatly depressed and I didn’t know how to improve her mood. She needed strength and hope.
After some time she started to regularly contribute something we needed for our trips.
Right now, orphanages and other children’s institutions are well supplied only with food. But such simple things as paper, stationery, any crafts–that’s still in short supply.
Arts and crafts from the kids in the Children’s Rehab Center in Lugansk.
Here’s Seryozha, for example. Apart from helping me find medications, wheelchairs, other things we need, he donates books for kids and youth for nearly every visit. On the last trip, we took books not only from Seryozha but from my other teachers. There were several boxes of books, which the Border Guards regarded with amazement.
We delivered the books to a technical school for the disabled. I wrote about that earlier.
The director was very pleased and sends her thanks.
That’s how things work out sometimes.
Thank you, dear friends! Thank you for being there!
Thank you for making it possible to write about you and share you with everyone else.
My friends, social media acquaintances, and readers–please don’t forget about it when reading my blog!