Sunday I dressed up to go to the dance. I wore a skirt and elaborate tights and hell, I thought, I may as well don the felt hat I once bought for a performance too. On the metro platform, someone is sitting at one end of the long bench. She’s a woman about my age in full uniform with a backpack; she even looks a bit like a friend of mine.
I read your post today and it really touched my heart. I feel so helpless in reading your heartrending descriptions of all the pain and sorrow that has been brought to the people of Ukraine. I am in the US and safe from those kinds of terrible terror but I cry inside for you and all of your country men. You are an excellent writer. Thank you for sharing.
Larissa, so vivid is your writing, I felt, as I read, that that was me, standing next to the soldier, feeling humbled in her presence. Thank you for bringing these excruciating simple moments to life for those of us so far away. I feel humbled as I read your entries, knowing that the pain of this war is closer to you than to me. Sharing what we can’t imagine in our worst dreams is your service and I thank you for it.
It’s hard to “like” this entry, but I deeply appreciate it. People need to know the realities you are living with. Thank you.
I read your post today and it really touched my heart. I feel so helpless in reading your heartrending descriptions of all the pain and sorrow that has been brought to the people of Ukraine. I am in the US and safe from those kinds of terrible terror but I cry inside for you and all of your country men. You are an excellent writer. Thank you for sharing.
Larissa, so vivid is your writing, I felt, as I read, that that was me, standing next to the soldier, feeling humbled in her presence. Thank you for bringing these excruciating simple moments to life for those of us so far away. I feel humbled as I read your entries, knowing that the pain of this war is closer to you than to me. Sharing what we can’t imagine in our worst dreams is your service and I thank you for it.