Same pictures,
Same good night wishes:)
And I am going on a birthday party
Smile :)
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
Everything is good :)
How on the earth two people can meet?
By unexplainable miracle may be.
She knows he knows her name,
Oh, my God.
And when they met and talk
Who has to make the first step?
What she is saying now,
May be when she writes her book,
It's all ready, took time to write about him everything,
He is amazing...
And she can move to a new apartment and he can stay all he wants,
Because now, she can't, with a child and some relatives in different country,
Unless he wants to go to her homeland in Russia, see unique places,
Or she can visit him again when has money to look the best she can,
Be honest, but she is not asking it,
She working, and so on...
Which one is the best choice
Smile :)
Happy Monday
All I ever heard, what, what, what,
Well, it's nothing, it's fine,
Who wants to lie in the bed all life by choice
And look innocently on the sealing.
People should try, see, do things, take a risk.
My phone is working again:)
What about saying hi
Smile :) many happy times
just a thought
There's top of everything,
The top of good and not.
If its not the top,
Even with the top I seen miracles.
Its okay, and nothing to think about much.
Live and enjoy life:)
Love
just a thought
With like and love,
And with reading between the lines.
What do you think about..
Everything is good, will be good,
Smile :)
And with reading between the lines.
What do you think about..
Everything is good, will be good,
Smile :)
with my friend
Freedom of mind, little bit history.
Memories of my old city.
In 1990, summer, June 12,
Memories of my old city.
In 1990, summer, June 12,
Russia and Soviet republics
Declared independence from each other.
We had summer holidays, I remember my father was watching TV all day,
He didn't even go to work.
I watched a bit, all I remember tanks in Moscow,
On the streets and people trying to lie down under it.
Then my father was calling friends, they were talking what's going to be.
My mom wasn't interested, she thought it was some kind of joke.
It wasn't.
It was the end of the Soviet Union, crash of the economy and my parents marriage, same year.
We had protest in our city, all factories were closed, only hospital and police, city government were open that summer...
Small hospitals, in small cities back in 90 th survived because of humanitarian help from the ocean.
George Soros, his foundation, I guess, paid salaries to doctors and nurses for a while.
Was bringing medicine, medical supplies, paying medical grands.
I remember it all was written in English and no one could understand,
My mom was swearing and translating instructions with dictionary.
Nothing was produced at that time in the country.
I was cleaning floors in the hospital for 2 dollars a months, and nurses were getting 4 dollars, it was normal salary.
My mom was getting less than 80.
Then my father started practice outside of the hospital.
They were all doctors. ..
Back in '90 th we had
seen everything:
Crash of the country, economy, mafia, terrorism.
It was a year people had to walk every evening to check basements of apartment buildings, because someone put explosives mixed with sugar, metal and sharp pieces of something. Few apartment buildings collapsed at that time early morning and night, was war in the country, hostages in theatre, bombs in subways.
It was all in 1990 th.
My parents at that time were teaching part time in medical college in our city.
Mostly my mom, had a lot of students from that part of the country and former Soviet republics affected from the end of the stable country.
I don't know much about it, they only said that back home everything was destroyed and no where to go to school.
Young women, basically girls, spent time digging our garden, liked our flowers, roses.
We had crazy garden, full of flowers, trees and vegetables.
Said never seen such beautiful garden, liked me and my mom,
My grandmother used to give him hospital food, clothes.
Because they had nothing.
When they were leaving, they hugged in their tradition and promised that no one ever will harm us.
It was in 1990 th, now different story is going on.
It's always sad to read about innocent people giving up their lives.
Life is more valuable than anything in the world.
It must not be like this, but how to protect it?
The way things are going?
Someone said: make love no war...
Crash of the country, economy, mafia, terrorism.
It was a year people had to walk every evening to check basements of apartment buildings, because someone put explosives mixed with sugar, metal and sharp pieces of something. Few apartment buildings collapsed at that time early morning and night, was war in the country, hostages in theatre, bombs in subways.
It was all in 1990 th.
My parents at that time were teaching part time in medical college in our city.
Mostly my mom, had a lot of students from that part of the country and former Soviet republics affected from the end of the stable country.
I don't know much about it, they only said that back home everything was destroyed and no where to go to school.
Young women, basically girls, spent time digging our garden, liked our flowers, roses.
We had crazy garden, full of flowers, trees and vegetables.
Said never seen such beautiful garden, liked me and my mom,
My grandmother used to give him hospital food, clothes.
Because they had nothing.
When they were leaving, they hugged in their tradition and promised that no one ever will harm us.
It was in 1990 th, now different story is going on.
It's always sad to read about innocent people giving up their lives.
Life is more valuable than anything in the world.
It must not be like this, but how to protect it?
The way things are going?
Someone said: make love no war...
I grow up on the street, but the dirt did not stick to me.
It did not make me be mad at life, at people,
It did not make me bad, not love and believe.
1990, the end of the Soviet Union era,
The end of my parents marriage.
All they were been doing is fighting about everything
Like they never loved each other,
Like me and my sister were not around.
They forgot everything.
One time my mother broke all the dishes in the house,
The floor was white.
Then she wanted to drink,
I returned from school again and again,
She was drunk, could not even speak.
Then I broke everything else, the furniture, the windows,
I took a hammer, my mom got scared, and never drink ever since.
Then my father's second wife would not leave me alone,
Begging for forgiveness on her knees for stealing my papa all over the city.
My mom got a boyfriend, needed the house.
My sister had to live with my grandmother for a year.
I was left alone on the street.
It did not make me be mad at life, at people,
It did not make me bad, not love and believe.
1990, the end of the Soviet Union era,
The end of my parents marriage.
All they were been doing is fighting about everything
Like they never loved each other,
Like me and my sister were not around.
They forgot everything.
One time my mother broke all the dishes in the house,
The floor was white.
Then she wanted to drink,
I returned from school again and again,
She was drunk, could not even speak.
Then I broke everything else, the furniture, the windows,
I took a hammer, my mom got scared, and never drink ever since.
Then my father's second wife would not leave me alone,
Begging for forgiveness on her knees for stealing my papa all over the city.
My mom got a boyfriend, needed the house.
My sister had to live with my grandmother for a year.
I was left alone on the street.
I am not afraid to get old,
Walk the road all way long,
Because I know one day,
On a big dining table with a cake and my name,
Child will raise his hand and say:
"We love you grandma!"
And many eyes will ask me again the same question:
"Tell us grandma, how you have made it that long?"
All I will say: I was silly and strong, right and wrong,
Walking my road, making mistakes,
Thinking, what a ..., not again,
Hear voice from the past: fine, fine, may be next time,
At least I have tried..
And when I saw a wall in front of me,
I used a hummer, not my head...
Walk the road all way long,
Because I know one day,
On a big dining table with a cake and my name,
Child will raise his hand and say:
"We love you grandma!"
And many eyes will ask me again the same question:
"Tell us grandma, how you have made it that long?"
All I will say: I was silly and strong, right and wrong,
Walking my road, making mistakes,
Thinking, what a ..., not again,
Hear voice from the past: fine, fine, may be next time,
At least I have tried..
And when I saw a wall in front of me,
I used a hummer, not my head...
My
grandmother had a big office,
She built the therapeutic hospital with her friend in about 1960,
And since that time was the head doctor.
Almost every day I used to visit her,
Wait for my art school or just go home together.
Everything was nice, big TV, couch, her desk, books,
Portraits of the country leaders,
Nothing I could touch when she was around,
It was for public.
I remember all the people sitting in a chair near the door.
My grandmother would listen, and listen
And I would listen until I cannot count till 4. When I was cleaning floors in the hospital,
All me, the nurses used to wear,
Was only white uniform, high hills, bra and underwear, nothing else.
At summer it was too hot,
At winter we were young.
All were close age,
I was in high school, the nurses from medical colleges.
The older nurses, doctors were opened minded.
Some patients looked through eye glasses would say:
What are you wearing? I don't know if I should stand or fall or you girls made our day...
She built the therapeutic hospital with her friend in about 1960,
And since that time was the head doctor.
Almost every day I used to visit her,
Wait for my art school or just go home together.
Everything was nice, big TV, couch, her desk, books,
Portraits of the country leaders,
Nothing I could touch when she was around,
It was for public.
I remember all the people sitting in a chair near the door.
My grandmother would listen, and listen
And I would listen until I cannot count till 4. When I was cleaning floors in the hospital,
All me, the nurses used to wear,
Was only white uniform, high hills, bra and underwear, nothing else.
At summer it was too hot,
At winter we were young.
All were close age,
I was in high school, the nurses from medical colleges.
The older nurses, doctors were opened minded.
Some patients looked through eye glasses would say:
What are you wearing? I don't know if I should stand or fall or you girls made our day...
Then she would say:
Let’s not go crazy in the morning.
Look, clearly, here say, 300 hundred years ago it was the same case,
And it was a miracle, its written here, only in Latin.
Take this and this, and it's all gonna be fine.
Never in my life I've heard word give up,
There was always a miracle.
Let’s not go crazy in the morning.
Look, clearly, here say, 300 hundred years ago it was the same case,
And it was a miracle, its written here, only in Latin.
Take this and this, and it's all gonna be fine.
Never in my life I've heard word give up,
There was always a miracle.
Then she would say:
Let’s not go crazy in the morning.
Look, clearly, here say, 300 hundred years ago it was the same case,
And it was a miracle, its written here, only in Latin.
Take this and this, and it's all gonna be fine.
Never in my life I've heard word give up,
There was always a miracle.
I believe in miracles:)
Let’s not go crazy in the morning.
Look, clearly, here say, 300 hundred years ago it was the same case,
And it was a miracle, its written here, only in Latin.
Take this and this, and it's all gonna be fine.
Never in my life I've heard word give up,
There was always a miracle.
I believe in miracles:)
Four
women, a story.
Winter, spring, summer and autumn.
The winter one is the oldest.
She has white hair, wrinkles, cold, and wisdom, strength, strong will and word.
The spring, the youngest, most beauty in the world, doesn't really walk, runs, the brightest smile, just go, go, go. She likes the rain, warm wind, not cold or snow.
The summer sleepy, tired after party and funny, naive, little bit naughty.
The autumn has golden hair, and dresses always green and yellow....
Winter, spring, summer and autumn.
The winter one is the oldest.
She has white hair, wrinkles, cold, and wisdom, strength, strong will and word.
The spring, the youngest, most beauty in the world, doesn't really walk, runs, the brightest smile, just go, go, go. She likes the rain, warm wind, not cold or snow.
The summer sleepy, tired after party and funny, naive, little bit naughty.
The autumn has golden hair, and dresses always green and yellow....
It was my father's birthday a few
years ago.
He had all his friends invited, relatives, students.
They almost emptied our supermarket, it was one big table near his house.
I was invited too, my sister didn't go.
Everyone was making all kind of wishes, cannot say no, the special day.
That night on the way home,
I saw two moons on the sky at the same time near to each other.
When I got home, my mom told me to go where I came from...
He had all his friends invited, relatives, students.
They almost emptied our supermarket, it was one big table near his house.
I was invited too, my sister didn't go.
Everyone was making all kind of wishes, cannot say no, the special day.
That night on the way home,
I saw two moons on the sky at the same time near to each other.
When I got home, my mom told me to go where I came from...
One time me and my sister were taking
pictures of the sun.
It was the sunset, the sun was beautiful, round, big, shining orange and red.
The sky was orange, purple, blue and red.
This woman jumped in front of us, asking why are we taking pictures of her.
I told we are taking pictures of the sun.
Then the woman said:
What sun, where is it?
She didn't even noticed...
It was the sunset, the sun was beautiful, round, big, shining orange and red.
The sky was orange, purple, blue and red.
This woman jumped in front of us, asking why are we taking pictures of her.
I told we are taking pictures of the sun.
Then the woman said:
What sun, where is it?
She didn't even noticed...
The
best thing about 90th,
We had a chance to see two cultures,
See the end of one country
And the beginning of another.
We learned to be young and freedom,
Not afraid of anything much,
Walking at nights wearing mini dresses,
Make up, speaking loud,
And shy at the same time.
Part of communist culture,
When women had to be covered and thought about great work results.
We dreamed about becoming prostitutes,
All from new 90 th movies. I had never seen anything like that before.
Old ones had women working on factories and farms.
I never became one,
Only wear mini ever since.
I think we were last generation who grew up, learned the most, in both Russia and the Soviet Union,
Without much stress, studied, enjoyed life,
Let our parents to think about the rest...
We had a chance to see two cultures,
See the end of one country
And the beginning of another.
We learned to be young and freedom,
Not afraid of anything much,
Walking at nights wearing mini dresses,
Make up, speaking loud,
And shy at the same time.
Part of communist culture,
When women had to be covered and thought about great work results.
We dreamed about becoming prostitutes,
All from new 90 th movies. I had never seen anything like that before.
Old ones had women working on factories and farms.
I never became one,
Only wear mini ever since.
I think we were last generation who grew up, learned the most, in both Russia and the Soviet Union,
Without much stress, studied, enjoyed life,
Let our parents to think about the rest...
In 1990th
my parents didn't get pay for almost a year,
The government had no money to pay, teachers, miners were protesting, not eating, a few schools were closed.
Doctors couldn't protest, working and for one year we lived without money.
My mom used to borrow from her friends who started to sell food on the market and then she had to give back and borrow again.
I went to friends houses and the fridges were empty,
All we had potatoes, milk and what we had in our gardens.
Teachers in schools had no money ether,
We, girls, tried to dress up and we dressed and looked better than our female teachers.
I had seen people giving up,
It was everywhere in the country.
We had no water and light in the evening and night,
Was not safe to walk at dark,
We got a giant 180 lbs dog, who later got so spoiled that only slept on the bed and ate from the table.
I was watching tanks in Moscow, protests in our city.
Young men going to war zones to have money.
My aunts and uncles had no idea what they will do.
My grandmother's hospital had food for patients and nurses and doctors used to eat this food, take home otherwise they couldn't work.
I started to once in a while clean floors for 3 dollars a month,
It was regular salary for the job.
Nurses used to make less than 50 dollars a months,
My mom had less then 100.
Then after a year and a half the government allowed doctors to have private practice and work in the hospital at the same time.
And my father started private practice,
My aunt too, they became good at it.
This optimism inspired my uncles, aunts,
They changed their lives completely,
Went to schools again.
My mom was working non stop in the hospital,
My grandmother pushed for foreign grand.
I started to make my own clothes, going to art school instead of sitting on the streets.!
The government had no money to pay, teachers, miners were protesting, not eating, a few schools were closed.
Doctors couldn't protest, working and for one year we lived without money.
My mom used to borrow from her friends who started to sell food on the market and then she had to give back and borrow again.
I went to friends houses and the fridges were empty,
All we had potatoes, milk and what we had in our gardens.
Teachers in schools had no money ether,
We, girls, tried to dress up and we dressed and looked better than our female teachers.
I had seen people giving up,
It was everywhere in the country.
We had no water and light in the evening and night,
Was not safe to walk at dark,
We got a giant 180 lbs dog, who later got so spoiled that only slept on the bed and ate from the table.
I was watching tanks in Moscow, protests in our city.
Young men going to war zones to have money.
My aunts and uncles had no idea what they will do.
My grandmother's hospital had food for patients and nurses and doctors used to eat this food, take home otherwise they couldn't work.
I started to once in a while clean floors for 3 dollars a month,
It was regular salary for the job.
Nurses used to make less than 50 dollars a months,
My mom had less then 100.
Then after a year and a half the government allowed doctors to have private practice and work in the hospital at the same time.
And my father started private practice,
My aunt too, they became good at it.
This optimism inspired my uncles, aunts,
They changed their lives completely,
Went to schools again.
My mom was working non stop in the hospital,
My grandmother pushed for foreign grand.
I started to make my own clothes, going to art school instead of sitting on the streets.!
In
1990, when the Soviet Union ended its history, turned into independent could
countries,
In our city all the factories, manufacturing companies closed in days,
In weeks everything wad sold, people lost jobs,
Unemployment went up to almost 100%.
My uncles and aunts lost their jobs in days.
Everything was closed, empty supermarkets.
Only government offices, police, schools and hospital were opened..
In our city all the factories, manufacturing companies closed in days,
In weeks everything wad sold, people lost jobs,
Unemployment went up to almost 100%.
My uncles and aunts lost their jobs in days.
Everything was closed, empty supermarkets.
Only government offices, police, schools and hospital were opened..
Something about love
And I will do what you want.
What do want today?
Dinner, movie, talk about life,
Turn on the moon instead of bed room light.
You are my baby.
Something about love
I like the way you look,
I like the way you smile,
I like the way you touch me.
I never want to say bye.
You are my baby.
We pretend we don't know each other,
We pretend we don't care,
But inside we are broken.
I will tell you what I want.
From now and forever:
Don't invite me baby
I will show up myself.
I like the way you smile,
I like the way you touch me.
I never want to say bye.
You are my baby.
We pretend we don't know each other,
We pretend we don't care,
But inside we are broken.
I will tell you what I want.
From now and forever:
Don't invite me baby
I will show up myself.
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