I don’t care who you are or where you from…

Friends… This word is warm and cozy, nice and charming, makes you smile and laugh… This word has many different faces, it is blond, dark or red headed, smart or not really, wild, dangerous or calm and quite, it shows the whole kaleidoscope of different feelings.So, why we love our friends that much? Easy question? But in deed it is not. Do we like our friends just because that they are there for us every moment we need them? Or maybe, because that they will stand by you no matter what? Or perhaps, because if they see your number and your name at the screen at their cell phone at three o’clock at night, they will pick up the damn phone, and they don’t care about the greatest dream ever they were watching couple minutes before you called,  or about the hard day that waits for them tomorrow, they will talk to you and patiently listen to your “end of life” love story, without telling a word about the thing that such stories happen to you with the periodicity of twice a month. And they will give the best advise in the whole world, not just because they want you to let them go back to sleep, but because they care about you.Who but your friends will tell you the truth about your new boyfriend or express the opinion whether he deserves such a treasure as you are or not. Who except your friends, will let cry on their shoulder at their not really clean kitchen right now, and who cares about the kitchen now, when the annual love crash had taken place…  Your friends will give you the cup of hot tea with lemon and Indian spice and tell that HE is a bustard and shouldn’t even stand close to you, because he doesn’t worth a damn if he lost such precious stone as you are! And after listening to all those silly words, you feel soooooo much better, you understand how much you need your friends, how much you care about them, how precious they are to you…  Your life is colorful again, the sun is shining, the birds are sinning and people are smiling at you, everything’s back to normal. And you pay your friends with the same coin: when your friend feels bad, you are feeling almost physical pain and want to turn the Earth around just to make it easy and help your friend. It is clear that you are different from each other, you are like plus and mines, but you still are bound together! You fight one another, and make up together; you cry and laugh together, again together… Tell me who your friend is and I’ll tell you who you are. Easy as it is. It is the truth as like the Earth is round and the sky is blue. Treasure your friends, because if friendship breaks not much can be done about it, not much…  

Snow and automn…

Yesterday, we saw the first snow in this year!!!!!!

Going Home…

I’m so happy that all my exams are almost over. Just only one class feft to find out the results for the final essay and final exam. It had been the hard week on the one hand, and the week full of excitning at the same time! Feels so go to be done! Finally!!!! Congrattulations to everybody! We had a great year!!!!! Way to go! 

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Waiting…

Waiting is the worse feeling, I think so!!!! I hate waiting!!!! I want to know everything and right now! Maybe this is not good feeling but I can help it, it is just the part of me. 

I feel this strong dislike to the feeling called “waiting” since my childhood. I can’t stand waiting even I go to the dentist and do my regular check ups, and that is, I’m sure everybody-knows,the worst things that should be done!!! I hate standing and waiting for the buss early in the morning. I don’t like to stand in lines in the stores, and on and  on and on.

I’m starting-to think that this not good feeling really wants me to like it, because it starts to appear  as many time as possible. I’ll explain why I think so. Today I had to wait for the train at the metro for like 15 minutes and that happened to me for the first time. The metro is considered  the fastest way of traveling, but-today it is the slowest. And again, I came to the university and was anxious to find out my English Composition grade and again this feeling appeared again! I have to wait till tomorrow to get the results.  Waiting… It’s all about waiting!

British council and articles

I just looked through my blog posts and I realized that I didn’t do the catching up. Shame on me! I realize that is can be a little too late but still I know that I just have to do in order to get a good grade and clear my conscious. 

I even didn’t think that such place as British council is existing in Ukraine. I didn’t think that such place with really European standards can appeared in the Post Soviet Country.You know,  people in Ukraine got used to rude treatment in the grocery stores and in the libraries, for example. British council was like the  an island in the ocean, or like the breath of fresh air in the humid day. I enjoyed spending time there and I found a lot of useful information there.

I’d like to tell you a little more about the two articles that I got there. Of course I got a lot more but these two were fully connected to my research paper. The article “Children and War. A Historical Anthology ” is the comprehensive collection of stories that were told by the actual participants of the events, where they explain their understanding of the war and express their thought about participating in war. This article covers the whole period of the world’s history but I payed my close attention to the WWII.

The main idea of this article is that the war had a great impact upon children, and that we-have to understand the children’s reaction to participation in the war. It is very important to realize that the way in which children think about the war, not just the war that they lived through but also the fights that their nations lived through. The understanding of war shapes the future of the nation and its values.

Marten, James. Children and War: A Historical Anthology. New York and
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University Press, 2001

 

The second article is about the story of the general who lost his parents during the war (his father went to war and his mother just disappeared one day) and how he managed to survive. The war started and he met it in he street of Moscow. This article I liked the most because this man expressed his thought and said thank you the “army”,  actually to the army soldier who picked him up and who showed that he cared about his country. This man said that he is the way he is just because army. It was very patriotic essay and I really enjoyed it.

 

After reading these essays and writing my research paper I started to value the memories that my grandmother and just elderly people shared with me in a different way, and I know for sure that I want my children to know the true history and not just what is written in the history books.

 

Jackman, Kevin . “The Lost: A Search for Six of Six Million”, Fourth Estate, Oct. 1996: 24

 

Appreciation

Now, it is almost the end of the second semester and it is the time for realizment and appreciation.  You know, it is like the New Year time when you start to summing all the events and everything that have happened during this year up, I feel exactly the same way  now. So much things happened this year: I’m finishing the second semester of my first year at the university, I’m doing my first steps in the independent life, i met so many new awesome people and I became good friends with them.

I’m feelign that I said goodbye to my childhood, though I know that I did it couple years ago when I went toAmerica and spent the whole year away from my parents, but I’m having this strange feeling of goodbye.

I appreciate all my new teachers and professors, who taught me so much new and interesting stuff, who tried to show me the new, different world about the existence of which I could just think. Thank you all for that!!!!

We did it!!!!!

Congrats to all freshman students at WIUU! The hardest day in the history of our second semester is almost over!!!!! Today we passed two exams and I still can’t believe that we actually did it. Yes, we don’t know the results of the second exams in the Introduction to International Business, but still, it is really great that we lived this day through! I believe that every single day is worth living and such hard days are even worthier!!!!!! Congratulations to all of us!!!! I little bit left and I’m sure, we will make till the end!

Hard day.

Now I remember and take seriously the words of my school teachers who weren’t lazy to repeat that the life at university is going to be sooo much harder than school’s one.

It is the end of May and it is real hell for students.  I found it very interesting that in May college students like waking up and try to get as much things done as possible and  as soon as possible.

Well, I’m one of those students… I feel like a squirrel that is constantly running in a toy wheel.  This poor animal is spending the whole day running and achieving some goals but  by the end of the day it is exosted and frastreted because the results are not the ones that were expected.  

 the feling that I have now is the one that I’m not goign to survive… Hectik weather and all fanils are not the best spending of time. I think that if I’m going to survive this week I can achieve a lot!

The Incredible Woman!

I looked through my blog and I saw that I didn’t write enough  about such incredible woman as Lidia Nazarenko. I met her in my Composition II class and with help of destiny and Mrs. Gray I got the chance and honour to know her.

Lidia Nazarenko, later Kozar came to our class and told us the hard story of her life. It was some kind of an interview assignment for the students, but for me personally, this became more than ”college” assignment, it became very important  to tell Lidia’s story to as much people as possible!  

Lida and Shyra Nazarenko were brought to the orphanage by there own father who was the military solder. This man replaced the responsibility of his own children from himself t0 the teachers as the orphanage. Was it right or wrong, I’m not going to judge him… Lida and Shyra lost each other while were replaced from one orphanage to other during-the war and never met again. They had each other and were the family for each other but by the will of the destiny these two lost each other.

Lidia Nazarenko stayed at the orphanages till the “legal” age and then went to work at the factory where she worked for 40 years. At the first look, it may seem that this woman had enough of “tests” during her childhood and that she would have a normal life later, but not. The destiny of Lidia Nazarenko wasn’t easy at all. Yes, she met that only one and married him, but in 1992 he died because of tuberculous. The same disease had her only daughter but she recovered from it. And still the life wasn’t easy to Lidia again. Her only child died because she was hit by the car…

Very tragic life story and very deep pain the Lidia’s eyes will stay in my mind for a  long time. Thanks to the Destiny that I met Lidia Nazarekno, later Kozar, in my life story and I’m sure that this meeting gave me a lot of knowledge about life in general.