Stories Seryozha are simply stories about a distant uncle. Perhaps that’s why I’ve written fewer and fewer stories about him. Some stories are not suitable for public consumption, others have been written so many times it’s becoming awkward. Seryozha Kutsenko probably got the biggest chapter in my “People Live Here” book.
So, how’s Seryozha?
Seryozha is sad and is very bored in the retirement home. Even though one can’t call it an ordinary retirement home.
Beautiful trails, benches, bridges, all fixed up, great food, but…
As of late, one can detect contempt toward our emigrants emanating from among the patriotic community. “Traitors”, “don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” I don’t find it pleasant to read, and I want to not only defend our people abroad but say that many of them are bigger patriots than people who put “Thank you Grandfather for the Victory” stickers on their cars, but at the same time behave rudely and don’t let pedestrians cross the road.
I’ve encountered that directly. I’m not talking about the rude individuals but Russian patriots in other countries.
There are many of them among my readers. And!
Many of them continually help the Donbass.
The majority of funds for the aid effort is coming from them, the inhabitants of Canada, USA, Australia, Germany, England, Austria, Norway, etc.
During these years, I’ve found lots of groups on facebook, LiveJournal, VK, where people cooperate, assemble truckloads of aid, and send it to the Donbass.
One can hardly imagine what it takes–organizing logistics into the unrecognized republics from abroad! It’s extremely complex, I know what I’m talking aobut.
They do it themselves, through foundations, through volunteers such as myself. And if you think they are former inhabitants of Lugansk and Donetsk regions, you are mistaken.
Many of them are from families which have never visited these places. And I am once again happy to witness all this and to be able to help.
“Guys, thanks for the tank!”
That’s the message I recently got from our Seryozha Kutsenko.
He’s been traveling since morning till the evening, up and down all kinds of ramps and trails.
What can I say–last year, he’s been outside only a few times between October and end of April. Ramps are so steep that he couldn’t ascend them on his own. He’s embarrassed to ask the nurses, and they are not always available anyway.
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.
“Hello, Dunyasha! It’s me, Seryozha, don’t be afraid! Private Kutsenko!”
I was so stunned by the call that I fell silent for several seconds, forcing Seryozha to explain who was calling. But I recognized him right away.
–Seryozha, good to hear from you!
It turned out he also called our Moscow Zhenya. He spent most of his pension, half of which goes to the retirement home, on calling us.
How he misses us, and how sad he is when we leave him…
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.
Seryozha is doing fine.
Time has stopped at the Retirement Home. It flows slowly, unhurriedly.
How does one explain Seryozha to new readers?
We met him 1.5 years ago in Khryashchevatoye which was nearly completely bombed out by the UAF and NatsGvardia. Streets were in ruins. Houses were in ruins.
We ran into him by accident. And, by the will of fates, we saved his life.
That’s how it turned out. Read here.
Seryozha lost his leg, his home. But still had polyarthritis.
That’s it in a nutshell, but only a tiny part of who Seryozha is and what he means to us…
Seryozha and I are both Scorpios )
I was not the only one to celebrate my birthday recently.
The guys caught up with our Kutsenko in the retirement home hallway.
It so happens Zhenya and Lena were still in hospital on his birthday so could not convey birthday greetings on that day.
But they arrived without warning later, found him, and surprised him with a huge cake with candles, and with presents.
Aren’t they great?
I still see Zhenya’s sly smile and Lena’s concentration at lighting the candles )))
And, of course, our Seryozha keeping our guys away from home )))
Some time ago a hateful astrologer wrote me a horoscope. He wrote that I suffer from an older generation “complex.” He wrote that with malice, he wanted to cause offense.
Except that he was right, concerning the complex.
I haven’t simply felt respect toward old age. I was afraid of it.
I was afraid to stop being beautiful and healthy. I was afraid to stop being merry and funny.
Afraid to stop being able to take care of myself.
To stop seeing own mistakes. I was afraid of becoming all-knowing and become unaccustomed to learning and embracing the new.
And, you know, I learned a lot about life only after I started to visit the old age homes.
And only after papa stopped being able to walk.
Lugansk Old Age Dormitory for War Veterans
There is almost no place in LDPR where one could go swim in a river. You can’t go running through the fields or venture into forests after mushrooms. The stories of people who have in various parts of the Donbass encountered tripwire mines and boobytraps are part of the daily reality of the Republics. Radio, TV, and posters all warn against straying away from roads. No fields, forests, road shoulders, lakes, or streams for you. It would have been impossible to believe even 3 years ago.
But it’s been a year since we placed our Seryozha Kutsenko in a retirement home.