human actions

through the veins..

Despite the fact that I don’t spend much time on my little sad blog, I continue to love it. So now I want to share a new note that I found recently: “Did you know there are people-wolves? No, I’m not talking about werewolves. But I’m pretty much sure they exist too. These are people familiarity with whom doesn’t portend pain or frustration until you relax and allow yourself to approach close enough..

But I want to talk about quite different example of human nature.. About those who are always ready to do everything for their own “troop” and those who’ll never be able to spend their own devotion to objects that haven’t natural desire to value such acts and won’t respond in a similar way. Yes, they are not marching in step with the time, because every molecule will rise in revolt and will resist if only somebody attempts to impose foreign truth on them. Live according to others rules is not an option, because to feel like a beast closed in a too small cage by not very attentive zoo worker, has nothing in common with the definition of life that was put in them by nature.”

There wasn’t any date, so I have no idea when these words were written by me. I just know that I always felt great admiration about so smart and especial representatives of the animal world – wolves, as well as I with bated breath watch strong people who know exactly what life they want to live, who always say words they can’t keep inside and never wait for the perfect moment to speak out, who don’t need to read the Bible to know what is right and what is wrong because these definitions are flowing through their veins and stuck in their brain since they were born.

So yes, I know what I meant when I was writing these words..


don’t break these guys, please!..

I always wonder that inspiration, strong enough to bring me to take a pen into my hand, can come from unexpected side suddenly and lie in wait in themes I never know I want to write about.

For example, I never thought I want to write a few kind words in support of teenage boy’s band.

But let me start from the very beginning.

Sometimes I go to the food market during the lunch break and very often I meet aged lady on my way at the same place, almost at the same time. At first, I just passed by, then I began to greet her and later we started to speak briefly. That was overcast and ordinary working day. I have to admit I go to my work without pleasure. I won’t go into this matter further, I just want to make it clear that I was, let’s say, in a grey mood. In short, I had nothing to say to her and I just smiled.

She smiled and asked me: “Why do you smile?”
I said: “I smile for you!”
She smiled again and said: “Like the sun?”

My smile grew wider, and I realized that her phrase has changed my day, because an ordinary day turned to a wonderful day. And I don’t even know her name.

So, I wanted to do something good. I wanted to do something good without any reason.

It happened that after the signing of the petitions on Urgency network and Care2 websites, I came across the information that the young boy’s band “One Direction” was booed while receiving the award at VMA. I know this information is completely different in content but I was curious, because when I was a schoolgirl, I was somewhat a fan of bands like Backstreet Boys and ‘NSYNC. So I listened to a few songs and now I can say this genre of music isn’t that I prefer. But!..

But I couldn’t figure out the reason why they had to be so humiliated.

Moreover I watched a few video where the guys visit Ghana with a charity mission. Honestly, I doubt my mind could cope with such a heavy burden at their age. And though their bodies are entirely dotted with tattoos, because of this charity mission I have a hope that they have the qualities to go through thick and thin with dignity.

Guys from One Direction visit GhanaBy the way, if you feel that you became hardened or forgot when you use your own humanity, that video will be a great and useful training.

I want to repeat I haven’t found any reason to hate these individual guys. On the contrary, it seems or rather I feel like these guys radiate the warm naive goodness. In such moments I don’t want them to grow up. When we mature, we learn to hide our tears when we are sad, we have to hide our own naivety and goodness, because for adult it’s like a visiting card of a weakling in the modern world. But it is precisely due to these things we are still able to find the beauty in the grey days and we shouldn’t be ashamed of our tears, because there are enough reasons for them.

So that’s why I wrote all of this: People do not let hatred come into your soul and do not break these guys, please!

P.S. I’ve always said that I believe in the word and I think so now. I know a good word can go a long way; there should always be a place and time for it.


Yesterday I found a note dated 05.04.12 with the following content: 

 “Today my nails are painted yellow (it’s absolutely not in my habit or style) and I put new boots, but I’m still former. Everything around me is difficult, and people seem to compete with each other, exposing their inner deformity, as though a tournament with incredibly valuable prize takes place hereabout”.

 Honestly I don’t remember what exactly happened then (my memory is a big puzzle for me), but the situation hasn’t changed much after three months…

 I really hope the better situation with human virtue develops somewhere in the world! 

people continue to amaze me or #ROWW..

On February, 23 in Russia and in some parts of Ukraine was celebrated Defender of the Fatherland Day, which is also called the Day of the Real Men! Actually, this holiday sorted my thoughts in such a way that this post appeared. I want to talk about one worthy representative of the real men category being full of enthusiasm for some human actions. At first, I promise to tell a fun history, but only on condition that no one will laugh!

OK, let assume that we’ve agreed! One morning, still lying in the warm bed, I was very surprised, realizing what I dreamed about. But the dreams themselves are a rare pleasure in my case. So my dream was clear and pleasant, I dreamed about an island, wooden deck chairs with white pillows under palm trees, also nice people, hot sun, blue ocean and.. and Paul, damn, Walker. I was very surprised at a fact of his presence in my dream because I am neither a fan of him nor a fan of the Fast and the Furious film. However, I decided to find some news about this actor. My surprise grew even more by the fact that on the day when my interest appeared was  Paul Walker’s charity formation the second anniversary. Of course I couldn’t pass by this story!

This post was conceived as serious and important, despite rather hilarious intro, because in my country the news about charity spread badly, but at the same time we have too much information about the luxurious life. And I want to tell you that life here for the average person, who wasn’t born with a golden spoon in the mouth, isn’t a sugar, so very few people are concerned about the troubles beyond Ukraine.

But people continue to amaze me. So, I was amazed that a man with some financial possibility isn’t just talking about the good deeds but he performs them. I know now that the main purpose of a small team (REACH OUT Worldwide) is to be on the scene as soon as possible and to help.

This team has managed to help after such disasters as tsunami in Indonesia, earthquakes in Haiti and Chile, and also tornado in Alabama. Impressive service record, isn’t it? By the way, I’m sure they were on the scene, when I just read the news, rubbing my eyes.

If it was a speech aloud then I could stop for a while so that everyone would have possibility to applaud.

I’m not a doctor or a nurse, I have no idea what to do in emergencies and I don’t know how to provide first aid. But I’m not a coward! I’m not confused by the poor conditions or a lack of makeup on my face, and to help for those who are in need has never been a stupid pastime for me. Probably somewhere I made a wrong turn in the path of my life. Now I hope to assist at least by a word, but what can happen tomorrow or the day after… Who knows?

This young organization exactly needs to replenish its ranks! Also, everyone can make donations or help ROWW by purchasing great items!

P.S. I really hope that the planets will line up correctly or the heavens will be gracious, and my words will be a link between those who want and those who are able to help and those who need help.

the beauty of human actions..

I read a small article about a great deed last week and I thought it’s enough to write only about myself. This time I’ll tell about an ordinary person who has accomplished a grand feat, which has been practically forgotten. As the phrase goes: “Not to pass by – is our human duty!” And it’s my duty to recall this true story. I want the beauty of human actions to triumph.

And that’s what happened. 16th September 1976, in Yerevan, a trolley, passing along the causeway, fell into the water. Ninety-two passengers were doomed to inevitable death, being buried alive at the depth of ten metres. But at that time Shavarsh Karapetyan, a multiple world champion in diving,  made a training jog along the lake. He dived into the water which was turbid because of dumped urban sewage, broke the rear window by his feet and began to pull out the faint passengers. 

When Shavarsh repeatedly appeared on the surface, the passersby at the dam saw that his body was torn by fragments of the broken glass. Subsequently, the experts admit that, no one in the world couldn’t do what, Shavarsh made then. For more than twenty minutes in ice water twenty lives were saved.

This event became widely known only six years later. “What was the worst then?” Answering this question Shavarsh said: “I knew that, despite all my training, I could make only a certain number of dives. There at the bottom the visibility was zero, so I grabbed the man by feel and swam with him to the top. Once I came up and saw that I had a leather seat pillow in my hand. And I realized that the price of my mistake – someone’s life. Not once I saw this pillow in my dreams.” In fact, he pulled out of the trolley more than twenty people, but not all of them were saved.

Such a feat cost him severe bilateral pneumonia, complicated by the general blood poisoning, and severe nervous shock. Doctors with great effort saved his life. And six weeks later he got up from bed, and soon he started training. A few months later Shavarsh set a world record scuba diving for 400 meters – the last world record in his sports career. Later, the disease took its toll and there was no question of the return to the sport: 11-time world record holder, 17-time world champion, 13-time European champion, seven-times champion of USSR, Shavarsh Karapetyan became a disabled person.

P.S. Shavarsh Karapetyan. Who knows his name now?

P.P.S. The courage of this man, prompts to look at ourselves and our life with different eyes.