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I found the key to my parents' house.I haven't been there for an incredible number of years,and I don't know when I'll be back or if there's anyone left who I can take in.A wave of memories washed over me of life before the war, when I was happy, when my loved ones were around.Take everything from me: my arms, my legs, my life, just let me feel at home for one minute. Let me hug the people I love, say the meaning of the word.Give me one sincere conversation on the balcony,a cigarette burning between my fingers, one fleeting glance into familiar eyes, just long enough to remember those faces forever. I miss it so much.Appreciate everything you have. Appreciate every happy moment of your life.Right now hug your loved ones and tell them you love them.Because you never know what tomorrow holds,or if you'll ever get the chance to say it again.
The last few days have been pretty exhausting. But I bought some books and am making a comeback to the world of poetry. The only thing I regret is not buying scary books. เป๊ฐเพเฝฒ -แท โค -แท ๊ฑเพเฝฒเงงโผยณโโ Finally, summer is coming to an end and the coolness of autumn is beginning.ห ๐ฅฆ หthis makes me happy!
I always loved walking when the sun sets, when its last rays touch the ground and are gently changed by the light of the stars. I loved going with friends to different interesting places, I loved walking in parks (my God! the parks in Kharkiv are truly amazing), I loved driving around the city in a car with my loved ones, it made me incredibly happy, deep conversations while a cigarette is smoldering in my hands, one bottle of wine for company and incredible warmth, support and love of the most valuable people in the world. But with the onset of the war, everything changed, my friends went somewhere, it was forbidden to walk at night, and I can't find myself in a foreign city. It's such a miserable feeling that it tears me apart from the inside. I want to go home so much, I want to see their happy eyes so much, I want everything to be like before. I want to go home... the fact that it will never be like before is killing me.
Today I survived the night shelling again. Luck seems to love me. ๐ซLet's make a deal: If you love Russia - don't write to me. If you justify Russia - don't write to me. If you are interested in Russian culture - don't write to me. If you want to learn Russian - don't write to me. I don't want you to trigger me again. If even after such a request it continues, then I will talk to you in a completely different way. Have a nice day.
๐ซHello! Today I want to introduce you to a Ukrainian folk musical instrument.๐ซงBandura is a Ukrainian folk stringed plucked musical instrument, which has 55-58 strings in the classic version.โจIf you are interested in the sound, write to me and I will upload the video. โข โข โขะัะธะฒัั! ะกัะพะณะพะดะฝั ั ั ะพัั ะฟะพะทะฝะฐะนะพะผะธัะธ ะฒะฐั ะท ัะบัะฐัะฝััะบะธะผ ะฝะฐัะพะดะฝะธะผ ะผัะทะธัะฝะธะผ ัะฝััััะผะตะฝัะพะผ.ะะฐะฝะดััะฐ โ ัะต ัะบัะฐัะฝััะบะธะน ะฝะฐัะพะดะฝะธะน ััััะฝะฝะธะน ัะธะฟะบะพะฒะธะน ะผัะทะธัะฝะธะน ัะฝััััะผะตะฝั, ัะบะธะน ั ะบะปะฐัะธัะฝะพะผั ะฒะฐััะฐะฝัั ะผะฐั 55-58 ััััะฝ.ะฏะบัะพ ััะบะฐะฒะธัั ะฑัะปััะต, ัะพ ะฝะฐะฟะธัััั ะผะตะฝั, ั ัะบะธะฝั ะฒัะดะตะพ.
Oh! I remembered one story. Before the war I loved to walk at night with my friends, we often gathered on the roofs of houses and watched the sky! Once I saw 32 stars fall, it was the best moment in my life. This starfall makes me happy to this day, I often remember this moment in difficult moments๐ซ
The beer seller is so cute!! ๐ญIt's really nice that he remembered me and that I drink, and he smiled so sweetly. I wish everyone to meet only people like that!ใใผใซๅฃฒใใฎๅบๅกใใใๆฌๅฝใซ่ฆชๅใงใใ๏ผ็งใฎใใจใ่ฆใใฆใใฆใใใฆใ็งใใใผใซใ้ฃฒใใงใใใใจใ่ฆใใฆใใใฆใๅชใใ็ฌ้กใง่ฟใใฆใใใฆใๆฌๅฝใซๅฌใใใฃใใงใใ็ใใใใใใชไบบใซๅบไผใใพใใใใซ๏ผ
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