Heart for you:)

in any weather, at any time...

Smile:)

just one smile :)

Good morning :)

writing

... May one day I can be
Like my great grandma,
Heal anything with a touch of my hand,
With a smile, with kind word,
Make feel better, be right wishing good health..
Is it kind of funny:)

Good night:)

now:)

Everything is going to be great :)

Just asking

Saturday

What about coming Saturday
I think I can stop by,
Same time, same place...

the sun for you :)

cake

Just a thought

Some how, for some reason,

With very special people

I have changed.
I am proud who I am, who I was,
Where I came from, my old Russian village.
For a while I feel distance from Russian culture,

This why I don't know what else to write here about,

Supposed to be my home based blog.

I am a different person now,
Different interests, different ideas,

And my four years old son is speaking only English.
I have seen stories I heard from people who seen life far and beyond.
Nothing changed really, except

And its all written on the sky

With big Thank you I going on 

With the best that I got!

Smile:) 

Smile:)

Who else doesn't like who Mom cook?

old songs

My great grandmother liked these songs,

I always associate it with her.

When I listen them, sometimes

I could almost see our bright living room,

Five windows, how she is fixing some clothes,

And would hear her voice:

Smile, everything will be good

my little Russia

my old house:)

Love is a beautiful feeling

I    

love

      

for grandma

My grandmother raised me since 
I was two weeks old.
These poems I wrote for her...
Its about her youth...
I wrote in both English and Russian,
She likes it a lot, something else she is writing...

June 22, 1941,

 Beautiful day, right after my Birthday.

 When I thought, I will have it all.

 Someone screaming:

 War, war, turn on the radio.

 4 pm, nothing will be the same again.

 Women crying:

 Oh, my God, oh, my God!

 Sons, why do you have to go!?

 Men getting ready without a word,

 Stone faces: we will be back with victory.

 Took only ten minutes to make huge lines near the school:

 All men from 18 to 55 years old,

 Women, nurses and doctors

 Must go immediately...

 The next day radios working nonstop,

 Our leader had the first talk:

 Brothers and sisters we will together stay

 And face our enemy.

 Everyone is getting ready,

 All prepared:

 Food, milk, bread, clothes...

"I want you to be happy"

After all, the shortest ever poem in the world.

Good morning:)

a few pictures

Saturday

Next week, same place:)

old greeting cards

just a thought

One time I realized,

I was on the bus stop holding my son's hand,

It was raining and windy,

Like fresh air blew into my head:

With all Russian stuff I know

I am not Russian any more,

This is my home, English is my language,

Here I belong.

And felt it and knew its right for me...

just one smile:)