Hi guys😘 Remember, I promised you that I would show you the place where I lived and tell you a little about it. It so happened that today my grandfather passed away a year ago and I arrived in Belarus just in time. Today I am going to visit my grandmother, my father, his wife and my sister will be there.
I'm a little worried because we don't have a very good relationship with our family. And it is very difficult for me to return to this house. Those who have been here with me for a long time know about my difficult relationship with my family. About alcoholism, depression and not an easy way. Therefore, all this raises memories in me and it becomes hard for me. It's like picking at a wound that's trying to heal.
Scroll through the photos, and I will tell you about some moments:
1. On the first photo you can see the way to my house. I always walked past this dovecote. For as long as I can remember, this dovecote has been there. some man looks after them with the whole family. Very beautiful pigeons live there. They have different colors and fluffy tails, like peacocks. When I walked home from school, I always watched them perch in trees or circle over my head. Then the man called them and they flew back. They have been there for many years. Perhaps even before I was born. And I think it's a family hobby. Therefore, my house is primarily associated with a dovecote. It's like a symbol. And in the background you can see my house, orange and yellow.
2. On the second photo you see my house. It remains quite a bit, just go down from this small hill. I have stayed here very often. There used to be benches here and I sat on them because I didn't want to go home. As I write this, I feel sad. I remember my feelings, I was so confused, I did not understand why my grandparents had changed so much. We always had a wonderful relationship, but at some point they began to drink a lot and life with them was unbearable. Every time I was very scared to go home. I don't know what awaits me. Every trip home was unpredictable. And so I waited up here. I sat and looked at my house and took time.
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Hi guys 😘 I want to remind you that the energy that we cultivate around us grows in us. If you condemn everything around you, your life will be full of condemnation, and life itself will throw you situations where you need to be in a constant battle.
And if you see the good in everything, then from any life situation you will be able to take out the good for yourself and others. You will make the right decisions in time, act as if on intuition, and in the end you will always not suffer, but live a happy life.
Some see the glass half full, others half empty. Someone sees an obstacle, someone an opportunity. Someone sees flaws in people, someone dignity.
Try to analyze all your actions and situations and always find something good. Even when it seems impossible. And you will see how your life will change in time.
Hi guys 😘 Well! in a couple of hours I'm leaving for Belarus. Send me your support and good luck. I hope everything will be ok. I'm really a little worried, I don't know why.
But there is good news, I will be able to show you my room in which I grew up and tell you many new cool stories so that you can immerse yourself and live these moments with me :)
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Do you love trains? As a сhild, I loved trains so much that I constantly asked my grandmother to take me to work with her. The way to her work was long, by subway. It was necessary to make transfers and go to many stations. I remember how I sat and looked out the window at every station. How mesmerized. It was a whole adventure for me. I had my own life in my head. I was so passionate about learning about the world and what surrounds me.
I remember thinking that the names of the stations were names in connection with the events that took place there. I lived at the Pushkinskaya station, and I thought it was called that because Pushkin lived there. 😅 I told my friends about it. I was so proud that I live where the great Russian poet lived. This inspired me and I found a book with his poems. Since as a сhild I was always drawn to something creepy and mysterious, I chose the poem "The Drowned Man" by Alexander Pushkin. I learned it by heart when I was 10 yеars old.
My first trip on a real train was to Moscow. I went to visit my mother. I remember lying on the upper level, looking out the window, music playing in my headphones, I felt so comfortable and so cool. This realization that I was riding a train inspired me. I stretched out on my bed and watched people. Someone took out the food that he took with him.
You know, Russian people will understand me. We have one pattern, when people go somewhere, they always take food with them and it is always fresh cucumber, boiled eggs and sausage sandwiches. 😅 Therefore, in Russian trains it smells exactly like that. Haha this is very funny.
But it is these little things that make me feel alive, it is this that will help you immerse yourself in memories, in those moments when you lived. Now it is so rare to stop, freeze and just feel life. Why are we always in a hurry somewhere? Why are we always so busy? Why are we always so serious and business-like? I want to be a сhild again 🤍
Hi guys! I've been a little off social media. Before I tell you, don't forget to like my new photos.
The other day I received a letter from the legalization department and they again ask me to send me a large package of documents. they also informed me that my case was extended for consideration. I was very upset by this because I had plans. Earlier, I wrote to you that I want to fulfill one of my dreams, and the issue with the documents really prevents me from realizing this.
This week, I got a lot of stress. Every day I called lawyers, tried to collect documents, went to different legalization authorities. I'm not sleeping well again, and I'm very nervous about it.
Ultimately, having dealt with all this, I realized that I had only one way out to solve this issue. I need to return to Belarus. This is what I was very afraid of. But unfortunately in this situation I have no other choice. I was very upset, this decision was not easy for me.
I am very worried because I am very afraid to go there. For those who do not know, my country has a very difficult political situation, and a year ago I was forcеd to leave there.
To be honest, I don't understand at all why it's so hard to get permission to stay here. I have already provided all possible documents, but it seems to me that they like it when people suffer and worry. As if they specifically create these conditions. I have been very tired in recent days. All this exhausts me mentally.
But I do not want to give up, I want to fight to the end and fulfill my dream. Otherwise, what's the point of living if you don't take risks. So I try to pick myself up piece by piece and support as much as I can. Every day I tell myself that I can do it, that I can do it. I have a goal and I need to go to it. Any path always begins with the first step, and if you go and don't give up, then you will definitely come to the goal!
Hi guys. My Instagram art page was hacked. I got a little upset. There was only 1000 subscribers. I will never understand why they did it. They hacked into my email and changed my email and password. That's why I can't restore it.
I'm not upset about this. I'm frustrated because I'm getting more and more disappointed in people. What are they willing to do for their own benefit? How vile and deceitful they can be. How can they go head over heels destroying everything in their path. Every time I try to find only the best in people. But more and more often only disappointment comes.
The last couple of days, I've been feeling weird, a little anxious. I know it will pass. But at such moments I start to think and reflect a lot. And sometimes it takes a lot of energy and you seem to have done nothing, but you are already very tired. On top of all this, I still struggle with my documents. I've been living here for almost a year, but I still haven't received my residency documents.
Today I received a letter in which the department for foreigners returned my documents to me, which I sent them. I do not know what it means. 😩 I was not upset, I had no strength. I lose my balance sometimes and it seems like the whole world is against me. This may affect my dream, which I really want to fulfill this year 🥺
I do not like when such a period comes, because I become even more ascetic. I have so many messages, I do not do my job, my plan, I do not want to communicate with anyone. I shut myself off from everyone as much as possible. That's why I don't like it when it happens.
But I know this is just temporary and it will pass. After the rain there will be a rainbow... 🌈❤️🥲
About Truth 🤫 Hi guys. I am currently reading a book that seems very useful to me. It reveals the many questions that a person who is trying to know himself, the depths of his mind, who is depressed, and so on, asks himself.
I believe that reading is a great source of knowledge of certain truths. The more you read, the more you analyze, you put some thoughts on your life, and you can look at it from a different angle. When you read a lot, it is sure that one day a book will appear that will change your life upside down. Make you think and change. It can crawl so deep into your consciousness, like a virus infecting you.
This book, which I am now reading, speaks about how important the individual influence of a person's personality is on the fate of all mankind. This book is about personal achievement. About Great People and Great Ideas. This book is about how Loyalty to great values and great ideas can transform the world. How important it is to be yourself.
But that wasn't what struck me. More recently, I've been thinking about why truth is accepted as fact. Why did someone decide that the truth in any matter is exactly like this, and everyone picked it up and talk about it. Why is anyone right, but not you? Why is truth replaced by majority opinion? Who is responsible for this? Who sets the rules and this very truth?
The protagonist asked the same question to his interlocutor, who could not answer it. Just like people can not answer me this question. I have always been of the opinion that the truth is not comprehensible, everyone has their own. Everyone sees everything in his own way and understands the truth in his own way. But there are things that people are ahead of as 100% true.
For example, the earth is round, space is dark, cold, but none of us have seen it. They just told us about it, showed us photos and videos, but we never saw it ourselves. In fact, maybe no one has flown into space, no one has been to the moon.
❗️This is of course an exaggerated example, but I wanted you to understand what I mean. What would you understand, how some values are considered true, only because the majority thinks so.
Hi guys. 😘 This post is dedicated to inspiration and depression ✨
What is inspiration for you? Can you share with me what you are inspired by?
Inspiration is very important to me as I am an artist. This is my driving force. I cannot create without inspiration. That is why creative people are always very emotional, empathetic and attentive. Because they have to find inspiration everywhere…
Anything can be an inspiration for me. The choice of the plot happens by chance - it is mainly my personal life, my impressions, experiences, memories.
Now I mainly paint open space. The man in my landscapes is not the king of nature, but only a small part of it.
I have always enjoyed drawing, but I only started to draw on a regular basis after I got depressed. Drawing has become a therapy for me. I perceived the world around me and reflected it in my works. Drawing helped me explore myself and my psyche.
And each person is much larger and deeper than he thinks about himself. Just imagine that each of us has our own world. We look at everything around us through our prism of perception. No one can fully understand us, we can only help others and open the door to our space.
I love to explore myself, find out the reasons and understand them. It was this that once helped me overcome depression. Immersion in yourself. Long years of reflection and internal dialogue. I am still working on myself, but I can already see the result. In the end, even the longest path always starts with a small first step 💫☀️🌈
Guys, I'm still thinking about the name for my new set. I look forward to your suggestions. I write them out for myself and when I receive the finished pictures, I will upload them to the site. And I will definitely choose something from your suggestions 🥰
I have always dreamed of learning to play the piano. As a сhild, I had a сhildren's synthesizer and I independently learned to play the dog waltz and another сhildren's song.
In general, as a сhild, as you already know, I often loved being alone and I independently learned to play different games and independently mastered new skills.
Once when I was in the village with my grandmа I found a board with a game of backgammon. I don’t know if such a game exists in your country. Backgammon is a prison game with chips and dice. I found it in the mezzanine,most likely one of my distant relatives was in prison and he got this game.
And I mastered it on my own. Everyone was very surprised how a 10-yеar-old girl could master the prison game. It's funny.😅
As an adult, I also tried to learn to play the piano, but this is too difficult for me. I admire people who can play musical instruments. I really love the sounds of the harp, saxophone and piano. Sometimes I can listen to these tunes on my headphones when I paint.
Hello my sweeties 😘 A post about how I made my dreams come true 🧚🏼♀️
This year is coming to an end. I want to thank you for being with me and supporting me. Thank you for going through all my stages with me 💔
This year was key for me, because I moved from my hometown due to the political situation in the country. I faced various difficulties in a foreign country. Sometimes I shared with you, sometimes I experienced it alone. In 2020, moving – was my goal for the next year, and I fulfilled that goal 💪🏼 I bought the camera that I have dreamed of for so long. I love taking pictures of nature so much. And I was so happy to take pictures with my camera. I finally saw the mountains and the sunrise (yes I never saw the sunrise) Thank you for supporting me 💔🙏🏽
I really want everything to be fine in my country and I could see my relatives. But so far I cannot do it and this New year I will be with my cats. But I don’t despair, because during this year I am so accustomed to being alone that I have become a best friend for myself. I'm not lonely at all. I read a lot, develop, walk. I really loved to walk, alone. I went to the cinema, to the cafe. I did everything the same as friends do, only one. And it's not scary at all 🙃
In 2022, I really want to fulfill one of my dreams. I am saving money for this. And I live only by this. I will definitely tell you everything as soon as I get a little closer. I have just a little left 👌🏼
🌞I just want to re-read this message after a time when my dream will come true, and be extremely proud of myself. After all, I fulfill my desires. I make them come true and it's so cool.
🎄I want to wish you the same in the New Year. Therefore, these things make your life so much better. Remember : 🧠THAT ALL FRAMES ARE ONLY IN YOUR HEAD 🧠 You make them up for yourself .Free yourself from them and be happy. Make your dreams come true. The sooner you realize this, the sooner your life will improve ❤️
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What is the Christmas atmosphere for you? What exactly makes you feel like Christmas and New Year?
Over the years, I began to notice that it became more difficult to create a Christmas mood. After all, parents did it before. They decorated the tree, space, gave us gifts (or Santa 😅). But now every year this atmosphere and condition is becoming less noticeable. For many years I have hardly celebrated any holidays.
This year I decided that if I don't create this atmosphere myself, no one will create it. So I went and bought lanterns, a Christmas tree, sweets. I decorated my apartment.
Yesterday I was lying on the bed, in a warm blanket, it was snowing outside the window. I baked a gingerbread cookie. Lights burned in different colors, Christmas music played. I felt so cozy and warm…
I closed my eyes and for a moment felt like a сhild again. I felt myself running to the Christmas tree to check the gifts. As the clock struck 12 at night and the new year began. New Year to start living your best life. New Year to make your dreams come true 💜
In my next post, I will definitely share with you my goals for 2022.
Tell me what you associate with Christmas. What helps you to plunge into this atmosphere? 🎄🎅🏽
Hi guys. 😘 Christmas stories continue. Today I want to tell you about our Christmas.
Yes Yes 🎄 Since in my country where I come from, as well as in Russia and Ukraine, a larger percentage of people are Orthodox Christians. Therefore, we celebrate Christmas on January 7th. December 25th is a Catholic Christmas.
To be honest, I don’t support all these changes in dates, the division into Catholics and Christians, and I don’t attribute myself to any religion at all. I believe that if God exists, then he is one. And he doesn't care what race or gender you are. You are a Muslim, Asian, Orthodox Christian or Catholic….
Only humans are capable of naming everything and categorizing each other. Only humans can label each other. I absolutely don’t support this. We are all people, we are one, we differ only by sex, from the point of view of physiology. I don't care if you are homosexual, or transgender, Asian or Afro-American . This is so stupid. We are all equal in this world and are equally worthy of everything ❤️
But since people have shared the holidays, I want to tell you about some traditions. In the modern world, few people observe Christmas traditions, but some still do. First, the most important thing is fasting and intense prayer. And Even as a сhild, we always used to guess at Christmas with girls 😅 It was fun. Parents allowed us to stay up late, because Christmas was on the night of January 6-7 :)
And of course, at Christmas, it is customary to gather with your family at a large table full of food. But don't you think it's a bit disingenuous to indulge in gluttony on Christmas Day? What do you think about it?
Hey guys 🎅🏽 ! I remember I need to tell you the story of how I found out that Santa doesn't exist.
Once, as I have already said, I wrote a letter to Santa with my motm. I came from school and my mom gave me a large letter, it was decorated with sparkles and in big letters it was written "Valeriya from Santa". I was so excited and happy to open the letter, read it. Santa said that he watched me all year and will definitely try to send me the gift I want. I was so happy and looking forward to Christmas.
But one day I came home from school, and my parents were not at home and I needed to find a piece of paper to draw. I opened the closet and began sorting through various notebooks and papers that lay there, in search of a blank sheet. And I found a letter addressed to my mother by her man with whom we then lived (my mom and dad are divorced. And my mom lived with another man with whom we had a very good relationship and he took care of me like his daughter).
I found this letter and realized that I see a similar handwriting. I quickly took out my letter from Santa and compared them. I was shocked. I realized that it was not Santa. I was so upset. But I didn't say anything to my parents. Christmas came a couple of days later and I received my presents. My mother used to say: "Look Valeriya, Santa brought you a present" And I already knew everything 😫 In fact, I think it breaks the heart for any сhild. And you begin to understand that the Christmas miracle is just a fairy tale. And your parents are real Santа❤️
And how / when did you find out that one hundred Santa doesn't exist?
I've already lost it. I somehow lost my good mood. Maybe it's because of the tattoo. I did my back and in the evening my temperature rose and yesterday I lay in bed all day. My head and back were very painful.
It's the same today. I am so broken and the day is broken.
Do you have some good news? share with me 🖤 Maybe my mood will cheer up because of your warm words
A new story has arrived 😋 Don’t forget to put ❤️ if you liked it.
I've already told you about my strangest Christmas ever. And the best one? Do you have a story about your very best Christmas? 🎄
Once my friends and I went to Berlin. I love this city. I have many memories associated with him. I first came to Berlin during my depression. I went there alone. The next time I went to Berlin with my best friend, after being treated in a psychiatric hospital. She tried in this way to cheer me up and cope with my emotional state. And it was the best vacation of my life. It was then, and it was there that I realized that I could cope with my depression. I can at least try. This trip and this city gave me strength and hope for recovery. That is why this city is so important to me.
We went with friends to Berlin to celebrate Christmas. We didn't plan anything, we just wanted to spend time together. When Christmas night came around, my friends and I cooked dinner, sat on the floor, put our phones aside, and just chatted about everything. We laughed a lot, played different games, smoked pot. Then one of our friends started playing the piano. We lay on the floor and just listened to this beautiful music. It smelled of incense. The lanterns were burning in the room. And we silently listened as our friend gently pressed the piano keys. It was so wonderful.
At that moment, I was so happy. No money, no material things can make you happy. All this is nothing compared to these moments. I felt alive. It was so warm and so cozy. Then fireworks exploded outside the window (I don't really like fireworks, because a lot of birds die from explosions and a lot of animals are afraid of these sounds) But at that moment we were standing on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket, drinking coffee and looking at these multi-colored lights.
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Have you ever received a letter from Santa? And I got it. ahhah. I believed in him very hard and I remember how every time my heart was dreadfully torn from my chest with excitement, when I saw Santa at kindergarten parties or on the street at 🎅🏽
I decided to write him a letter. My parents saw that I was very excited and decided to play this game with me. I sat down to write a letter… I wrote about my achievements this year. I wrote that I was good and my mom scolded me less than last year 😅 So I dared to ask Santa for my gifts. I really wanted to get a house for my doll there.
I gave the letter to my parents and a couple of days later I received an answer. My mother brought me a large letter, it was decorated with sequins and on it was written "for Valeriya from Santa". I was so excited, I was jumping with happiness. In the letter, Santa told me how he was doing, that he knows that I was a good girl, because he has a file on all the сhildren, and that he will definitely try to fulfill my request 😅
I got a big three-story house for my doll for Christmas. But unfortunately, by that time, I already knew that Santa does not exist. In the next story I will tell you how I learned about this. This big doll house erased all the sadness from the realization that Santa does not exist ❤️
P.S I hope I haven't upset anyone that Santa doesn't exist? 😅
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I borrowed this theme for the story. It seemed very cool to me. Have you had a paranormal experience? Share your story with me. 🥰
My great-grandmother lived in my room in which I spent my teenage years. After her death, I got her room.
My great-grandmother was very old, she was almost 100 years old when she died. She was born during the tsarist Russia, when the country was ruled by Nicholas II. I often came to her room and listened to her stories from сhildhood and youth. I loved looking at her old photographs and listening to her stories.
My grandmother looked a little creepy. She had a large hump, a long nose, and long nails. She looked like a witch and sometimes I was afraid of her. Also, my grandmother was a doctor in a psychiatric hospital in my city. After she retired, she has a lot of drugs and pills left over from that time. These drugs had a peculiar odor, especially ointments. I don't know why she kept them. Her hands were shaking and she tapped her nails on the surface. After her death, my parents and I completely renovated the room and I began to live there.
One night I woke up from a terrible dream. I lay in my bed and stared into the darkness. I felt uneasy. And in a few minutes I started to smell. It was the smell of the very ointments that my grandmother kept, although we had long ago thrown them out and made repairs. I became even more scared. After that, I heard footsteps in the hallway and the clatter of nails…
When the grandmother could still walk, she left the her room and go to the tоilet. She walked very slowly, almost without raising her legs. And constantly banging her nails against the walls.
How scared I was then. I couldn't sleep. I constantly heard these steps and knocking. Then it stopped and I was able to sleep. Then I was very scared to fall asleep in the room for a while. I still don't know what it was. Perhaps my grandmother decided to visit me from that world. Uhhh goosebumps 😯
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Hi guys 😘 I know that you like my сhildhood stories, then catch another one. 🌬
I think that if you have older brothers or sisters or you are such a person, then you know exactly how older brothers frightened us in сhildhood.
📌 It would be cool if you could share your story like this with me.
I didn't have an older sister or brother, but I had an aunt, my mother's sister. When I was little she was a teenager and often sat with me or picked me up from kindergarten. She told me scary stories very often and scared me.😄 Do you know that sound of the wind when there are holes in the windows and the wind howls so terribly?
So last night, when I went to bed, this sound was heard from my windows and I remembered this story.
My aunt told me that this sound makes a Snow Queen, she is flying on sleds around our house, because she knows that a little girl lives here (me). The Snow Queen wants to pick me up and eat me 😅 My aunt told me that the Snow Queen steals and eats сhildren. I was so scared. I could not sleep in the dark and constantly asked my mother to leave the lamp on.
I believed in this story for a long time, until someone told me that this sound is just a draft. Hahha, older siblings are sometimes very violent 🙊
Now, every time when I hear this sound of a draft, I remember this story. Now, of course, I'm not afraid, but as a сhild I was very scared. I looked at my window until I fell asleep, to scream if I saw the Snow Queen.
📍I will say a few words about my condition: I still feel sick, I have a fever, my body aches, plus a cough and a runny nose. I didn’t do the test, so I don’t know this is covid or not. Plus I noticed that I became very irritable. It doesn't work - to be productive and active. Therefore, I will not whine, but rather tell you a story 💩👽
These days, my fond memories of сhildhood save me. They always save me. When I return to my сhildhood, where I was infinitely happy and free.
You have noticed that very often in life there are moments that seem completely ordinary to us. We do not feel happy, they are ordinary. But after a while we understand that these were the moments that were the happiest, because they come back to us in the form of nostalgia.
All my сhildhood, as far as I can remember, I was lonely. I went to the village with my granny and I don’t have friends, but I never suffered about it. I was incredibly happy. I rode a bicycle, ran through the fields, played ball, climbed garages, caught butterflies, went to the river, stole radishes from neighboring beds. I did everything that сhildren of my age did, but only alone. And I didn't feel sad at all. ☺️ I always knew what to do. And I really miss those times.
How I want to go back there for at least one day and do my usual сhildren's affairs. Wake up at 5 in the morning, to the crowing of roosters. Run out into the yard, see a beautiful sunrise. Then run to the kitchen, and there granny has already prepared pancakes with jam. 🤤 Then I took my bicycle and rode aimlessly. I drove along the fields, humming songs to myself. I remember the sand was so hot, but I loved walking barefoot so much. I miss these times so much.
Now I am so tired of adulthood, tired of being sick, tired of being responsible for everything, tired of controlling everything, tired of paying the bills. I want to go there for eternal сhildhood. I want to go where life was real 🖤 It saves me, because I know that real life exists, you just need to dig it out. Dig up from the heap of problems and of adult life…
Would you like to be a сhild for a little while and spend time with me in my village?
