I must have started this post, erased it, and started over, at least ten times.
It’s hard to write things differently. So that people would notice and read.
It is…I don’t know…
These women are at war every day. Every day they are in their own trenches.
They fight, they struggle for every moment. With their kids, loved ones.
“Our girls”–that’s how Zhenya refers to them, irrespective of age.
Our girls have cancer. They live in Lugansk…They have their own war. They are at war…
We try to do everything we can in this situation. We try to help…
A few days prior to September 1 were got thinking many people on the Donbass can’t afford to buy their kids anything for school. They simply have no money. Then I wrote a post and you know what? You and I turned out to be quite awesome.
We got in touch with the Lugansk Aid Center and coordinated the list of necessities. Thanks to the money you sent, we managed to prepare 22 kids for school. It’s not just pens, pencils, supplies, but even pen holders and backpacks.
Zhenya described the distribution thusly: “To be perfectly serious, several moms were crying since they had no idea how to buy these things, and the kids must go to school…”
I’ve been writing far less frequently about the people we care for on the Donbass. It’s not so much due to it being hard for me, but rather because everyone is tired and is not opening these posts. But it’s a fact: we’re helping as much as before. Or perhaps even more.
These post contains accounts of aid to 8 families.
Zhenya and I constantly get asked: “How can you bear it?”
I think the answer would run something like this: “It’s far worse to know about it and not be able to do anything.”
I’m simply grateful you are giving us the ability to do something. I think I wrote about this? But so be it, let me say it one more time. I will probably repeat this constantly from now on. I’m glad to say thanks to you for the aid.
I don’t know to what extent we are doing the right thing.
There are cases in which we help those who perhaps don’t need it. There are cases where people lie, though we always try to check. But I know one thing for sure–I don’t sense emptiness.
There are many various feelings. Exhaustion, bitterness, unfairness, tears. Sometimes I want to give up, we have so many people under our care who have cancer and who are simply doomed. Many of them already died. Many cases are hopeless. It seems Zhenya and Lena are hit harder by these cases. They are on the spot, after all. But I return. Return to normal life. Without war.
Therefore I want to thank them once again. The very close Zhenya and Lena, whom I want to tell they are wonderful.
Lyudmila Nikolayevna lives from one chemo to the next. Her daughter Olya works in the Lugansk Aid Center and helps the needy. For example, she oversaw the case of Kolya Sipunov, whom we took to Moscow for treatment thanks to Liza Glinka. We wrote about her in late June. The cancer was detected in the spring of ’16. Her husband, having learned of it, quickly burned out. He was buried the same spring. Lyudmila Nikolayevna needed preparations that were totally lacking in LPR.
The post on militiawoman Oksana, who remained alone in strange Lugansk, with no documents, with a baby, got on to some Odessa forum. Then I found myself under attack for users of that forum. I couldn’t keep up with banning people and deleting posts. I think this is a particularly patriotic Ukrainian method to attract the inhabitants of Crimea and Donbass back into the fold. So that they once and for all realize they were wrong to want to leave and that it’s time for them to go back. To their Motherland. Where they are loved and awaited.
This is a truly special and flawless method, to wish them death, painful death. Death to them, their children, their parents. Simply because they were born there. They had the temerity to vote. The temerity to disagree. And one shouldn’t say these are just trolls and bots, though they are in evidence. This harassment is often the work of perfectly real people, with education, credentials, and even brains. Some of them I even know in person. This is dumb, my dear hurrah-patriots of The Independent One. You don’t understand, or perhaps understand all too well, that if you treat someone like crap and argue they are worthy of death simply because they don’t agree with you, they–those you treat like crap–will never sit with you on the same bench. Never speak to you, never live under the same roof. But you couldn’t care less about the people, whether they want to return or not. You want the land. And people? What people?
Such dirtballs are rare guests on my blog. I forgot what sewage they are capable of spewing until once again I saw young “patriotic” guys wish a painful death to a young girl who was not afraid to defend their ideas with action. There are no more rotten people than such patriotic internet nothingness which can only write about something from afar. One doesn’t have to support the idea of Novorossia, one can have entirely different ideas, but such comments simply kill any possible dialogue between the warring sides. And there are too many of them.
And I’m glad that I’m being read by responsive and caring people, people of action. Thanks to all who responded to my post about this young militiawoman.
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.
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))
The mom of this little girl is practically a girl herself. An orphan, from an orphanage.
She joined the militia in May 2014, she served at a strongpoint. Whoever lived in LPR knew what it meant at that time. Many lost their lives at these strongpoints…Lena survived by a miracle. She gradually advanced to the level of staff assistant. But she left in 2015 and received a room at a dorm. She gave birth to the girl on the photo in 2015 too.
–Was the bombing horrifying?
–My papa died in my arms, now I fear nothing.
Marina is now 13, and both she and her mom know well what war is.
At first they sat through the bombings in the garden cellar, but when they got sick of it and moreover realized they might not make it before incoming, they’d simply fall on the floor and hold hands.