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The Last Heiress of Oblonsky, Beatrix

Chapter 2 THE FESTIVE SEASON

Word Count: 1159 | Released on: 11/03/2021

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r hair and covered it with m

avorite blue

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me gifts from h

and small scale manufacturer of gu

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he used his vast contacts of fr

s truly kind, a loving husband, a gr

stressful travels and chang

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stones, who brings

d are my angels who

me my se

self at th

I am

we have been waiting f

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osite with our b

unded while I have a

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en friends for

ith her Aunt Galina, who's been

oth exci

g to Moscow, fo

around four hours by boa

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cold but

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heard i

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Lada and she called out

'm comi

the dining ar

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ps and take o

asked while che

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from Oblonsky," La

this small village? Myshkin is a very small

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when she s

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“The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you.. I am always with you til the end of time”