Pregnant on Maidan
By Lesya Litvinova
Translated and edited by Voices of Ukraine
Today, I have a little holiday.
My Varenka [diminutive from Varvara] turned a week old. The first tiny birthday.
I want to say ‘thank you’ to her. If she weren’t in my life–a lot of things would have gone differently.
She has suffered enough from me this winter. I must have been a very bad mother. I ate little, slept little, cried a lot, and froze even more, often forgot that I was not alone, carried heavy loads, was at the wheel for days, inhaled gas on Hrushevskiy Street, delivered gas, tires, and wood by car, hid the wounded at home and realized what could happen to me for all this. Forgive me, my little daughter!
On December 1 of last year , I was very afraid that someone could push me into the crowd of thousands…
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