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Echo of Babi Yar Thousands of kilometers from Kyiv, in Brooklyn, in a square in Brighton, people gathered not for a formal ceremony; those who are not indifferent to the tragedies of the past and present came, who understand that memory is not only grief, but also responsibility, and perhaps even advice for action. Marina Lagunova
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When my husband left, I was in despair. Lilia heard my heart.
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When it seemed that everything was falling apart, and our family was standing on the edge of the river, I ran to Varya’s molfarka... Then I didn’t know where to go, who to trust, what to fight for. A house that once filled with laughter and warmth became cold and empty. Lyubov has gone. The man moved away, the children sensed this tension, and I... I just stopped being myself. With hope and hope, I found Varya. I didn’t know what to look for, but my soul was calling... And she sensed me. She didn’t count on miracles... but she did it, she saw our whites like no one else. After I first grew up, it became easier for me to die. These words, this energy, these rituals... everything became a thing for us. She worked with us as carefully as with a wounded bird. And the guts all began to change. The man began to marvel at me again with warmth in his eyes. The children stopped crying at night. And I... I turned to myself. We began to speak, to hear, to forgive. Varya is not just a molfarka, there is a woman in whose hands the light lives. table.Dyakuyu, dear Varya, for those who you were with us then, if you didn’t believe anyone else. Let your kindness and strength return to you a thousand times. Number +380632574828 (Viber / WhatsApp / Telegram)
