Curtains and Stools

May I brag? It’s OK, right?
So, we received photos from the Lugansk Rehabilitation Center showing the new curtains and stools which they made thanks to you, friends!
Zhenya calls the Center an “orphanage”, but that’s not quite right. It’s a place where children from broken homes end up and leave only after 11 months of work with psychologists and pedagogues, going to orphanages afterwards. Or return to their own families. Many children from the families we care after ended up here, when they were seriously ill. When there is nobody else to taken in the children, and the mothers are, for example, in a cancer ward or otherwise cannot take care of themselves, the children end up in such “temporary” establishments. They have full room and board there.
By the way, as you recall, we collected money during the summer to fix up the car the Center has. We collected more than was needed. That’s what the rest was spent on. I wrote about it earlier, but the photos were of the just-delivered stools and fabrics.

And now Anna Viktorovna, the director, sent us photos of just sewn curtains. She was so happy, you’d think she hung them at her own home. “Look it’s thanks to you!” One must say the Center is lucky to have her. She is truly amazing. For her, all these children are like family. It is good that there are people so dedicated to this work.
So once again, thank you friends!)))
We are glad to continue assisting the Center.

А сейчас Анна Викторовна, руководитель, сбросила нам фотографии уже сшитых штор. Она так радовалась, словно дома у себя их повесила. “Посмотрите, спасибо вам!”. Вообще, надо сказать, что Центру очень повезло с ней. Она совершенно замечательная женщина. Для нее все эти дети, как родные. И это здорово, что есть такие преданные своему делу люди.
В общем, друзья, спасибо вам!))))
А мы с удовольствием продолжаем помогать Центру.

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Please label contributions intended for this Center or orphanages “orphanage”.

A “Swallow”, Chairs, and Fabric

In late July I asked you to help the Lugansk orphanage. Or, rather, the rehab center.
Help of a certain kind. It was not a matter of emergency.
The center lost its “Swallow”, a car that was extremely useful to them. It was used to take kids to hospitals or wherever they needed to go. It was not used to chauffeur notables. This “bird” helped kids and then it broke down, and the center had no money to fix it.
And then we all managed to collect money (not a lot, but even that was beyond the center’s budget) and fix the car!
The “Swallow” is flying again!
But that’s not all)))
My ear and caring readers sent more money than needed and we, as promised, spent them on the center.


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“Lastochka” for the children

I haven’t written a long time about orphanages. What new is there to write?
First of all, LPR has functioning civil courts again. It means that issues of adoption, guardianship, depriving of parental rights, etc., can be addressed. It’s a serious problem which left tens of kids in a state of uncertainty. There are huge waiting lists of cases, but that’s less important. What is important is that there’s movement.
When it comes to supplies, the situation is also pretty good. In any event, establishments such as orphanages, shelters, old age homes, psycho-neurological wards are very well provided with food. I remember well how we visited a boarding house back in ’15, where there was only flour and canned meat. We brought apples and oranges, with the director despairing that the kids haven’t eaten any “vitamins” in several months. There was nothing back then.
Problems rather lie elsewhere. In hospices, hospitals–they nearly always have shortages of diapers, washing supplies, powders.
Children’s establishments there’s always a shortage of clothes, materials for arts adn crafts, books, textbooks. All of it burns, or gets broken. They cope as best they can.
On the photo, the Lugansk rehab center. We’ve written about it several times.
Zhenya recently brought them books donated by my readers.

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Infant Pathology Ward

One of the Lugansk maternity wards also has an infant pathology ward. It treats premature babies and infants with serious illnesses. Sometimes it also takes case of abandoned infants until they are sent to an orphanage.
Kiryukha was there once, remember?
The ward receives ordinary humanitarian aid–standard baby food, diapers, though sometimes it’s at the end of the list–whatever’s left over. It means that sometimes it gets really large diapers, too large for a premature infant. Such are the times: war.
As I wrote above, the ward receives unusual children, often with major illnesses. Sometimes they are abandoned by their parents because they have no way of helping the babies. That’s how we started helping the ward, after they requested a special formula for Kirill. None of what they had was suitable. Zhenya and Lena barely found it in Lugansk, after visiting every store and warehouse.
And now they called us again.
Recently the ward received a seriously ill girl. Or, rather, an illness she got because of her mother. She needs antibiotics which are not available in LPR. Couldn’t find them in Russia, either. We had to get them through Ukraine.
I won’t describe how exactly we obtained them–it was a rather complex task, considering what you know about that war.
And of course we also brought diapers, formula, which are always in short supply there.

Deja vu. Kirill

Deja vu.
August 2015, Lugansk. Terrible heat, we’re carrying diapers and walking down a snow-white hospital corridor with covers over our feet. There is the tiny and beautiful Kirill in on a plastic bed in a room. Newly born, abandoned by his other. The ward lacks the necessary diapers. They asked us for help–we came.
Winter 2015. A call–there is a need for special formula for prematurely born babies. In a Lugansk hospital. Also diapers of the smallest size possible. Those which the ward does have are huge, the kids are lost in them. They have no other kind, and they are running out. The boy was prematurely born, an orphan, abandoned.
His name is Kirill.
Another Kirill…

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Don’t forget about this!

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.

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Useful after all!

–I have a DVD player and a huge bag of dvds with cartoons. It’s a pity to throw them out–that collection took a long time to assemble! But now it’s all on the internet…Perhaps someone on the Donbass might find a use for it?
So I kept thinking.
–Bring it along!
And now all these dvds, the player, and all manner of arts and crafts supplies are going to Lugansk with us. Anya, you had doubts?! You’re my precious!)
They proved useful after all, very much so!)))

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Books for the kids!

We receive the most amazing variety of items intended for the Donbass. Since our volume-handling ability is limited, we try to focus on what the kids need. We sometimes get books. For example, I have a friend named Seryozha with whom I got acquainted through the aid effort. He’s helped us many times with buying and sending medications, wheelchairs, and much else. So, he’s been giving us at least a pair of books for kids before every one of our trips. During our most recent visit we brought books from various people. Zhenya recently donated them to the Lugansk children’s rehab center. I wrote many times about it–we bought wallpapers, paints, sometimes bring food and clothing.
Right now it has 34 kids. This center, where the kids may spend up to 9 months, then they are returned to their families or sent to orphanages. It’s a “buffer” for kids from vulnerable families. It has a large staff of psychologists and social workers.

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Helping Donbass Children

If someone tells you that our people are indifferent, simply send this “someone” the greetings from the hundreds, no, thousands of children, elderly, or simply inhabitants of the Donbass who got food, clothes, household items, medications, from our caring people.
Not only from Russia but from every continent. Irrespective of political views. Many of them have no connection whatsoever to Donbass or Ukraine. For example, Pavel. He lives in Austria. Since the beginning of the war, he’s been regularly helping the Donbass through various foundations. I know him only through a short exchange of messages over the internet. He’s made a second transfer of money earmarked for helping the Lugansk Orphanage.
It currently houses 107 abandoned kids, some of whom are disabled.
Supply situation there greatly improved. While at the war’s start these institutions were in dire shape, right now it’s a different story.

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Children and War

Dasha, Dasha, you are a joyful little bunny.
When we came to visit you at the orphanage in Stakhanov, you were still asleep. But when you woke up, you quietly, on tippy-toes, went to your secret stash from where you got your valuables. You gave your candy that you’ve hidden as a present. You gave it as if it were a tiny gold coin. You grasped it firmly and looked me in the face: “Take it, it’s a gift. For you.”
Dasha, Dasha. You don’t even know what had happened to your mother.
I was recently looking at photos taken in December 2014 in Pervomaysk, and I saw you one one of them. Smiling, with your brother. At that time, it was us giving you candy. And we didn’t know one another at all. I looked at these photos and couldn’t believe my eyes. It was you, but smaller. Your city was being constantly bombed, and we were bringing food for your communal eateries…You and your brother were running inside one of the eateries, and in the background one could hear the frightening and dull blows of incoming shells.
Your house was gone and you were living with your mom in a dorm where we met later. But even then your mother did not leave you here.
Now you are waiting for her and thinking only of her.
But she…


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