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Sunny morning ☀️☺️

My inspiration for the Chapter 26 of the story "Trying to remember" 🩷

And again about "What has warmed my heart..." ☀️

I've been to that exhibition twice.

An exhibition of French paintings - Renoir, Matisse, Monet, Degas... It was quite interactive and each hall had its own aroma. You could lift the glass lid and smell.

Well, me and perfume is a separate topic 🥲

But from the whole exhibition I was inspired by the scent of vanilla and jasmine that filled the streets of Paris at the end of the 19th century.

I was so inspired that I wrote a whole passage of my story about it.

But, what I want to say... it's about the fact that how I talk to my friends 😅 A lot and fast all the time😅

But, I don't know how, they remember what's important to me... And again, it's magic ✨

"I remembered you talking about this scent and I ordered this candle for you," my friend says to me, smiling and holding out a gift...

My heart melts...💛

Hopefully this is the last time the snow decides to grace us unexpectedly and at night 🥲

Although, knowing our March... Well, I hope these are the last snowy photos of the season 🥲

I think it's time for me to introduce a special topic/tag, called "What has warmed my heart..."☀️

I received a package from my brother's family and here it is... She loved KitKat 😅

Really, it's so unusual that you can't buy your favourite chocolate in every shop. No, in theory we can and do find everything, but...

Someone remembers what you said and then makes gestures like this... It's just chocolate, but it's deeper than that...❤️

Morning 💜☀️

Walking... Watching... Thinking... Writing...

Working...✨

Just coffee to go... Just words... Just warmed my heart ☀️💛

It's just morning 💜

We ran to the kindergarten in the rain, driven as always by my phrases in three languages, haha. "Быстрее, мальчики!" "Тизрәк, малайлар!" "Be quick, boys!" I think these are three phrases my kids will remember for the rest of their lives 🥲

And then... Then a little bit of magic ☀️

Where there was a grey sky and not a hint of sunshine, there were suddenly timid rays...

And I saved the flowers too ☺️

It's a good morning today ☀️

Asking for a book in the library... The woman nods, brings it to me and says, "Are you from the book club?"

I smile and shake my head in the negative.

"Strange, some kind of fashion or trend, you're not the first person to ask for this book today..."

I smile again ☺️

So, what have I got myself into? 🥲 600 pages, when will I sleep? ☺️

My inspiration 🩷 Part 20 🩶

I have to keep writing...

Sometimes I can be like this...

A night of bad dreams, the sound of raindrops on the window, the desire to put on an oversized grey hoodie and become invisible, but I overpower myself.

The rain doesn't stop, we're late, I put on my, as they say, "slavic face". My lips are pursed and with one look I can turn someone to ash. Just stay away from me today.

I pull out my playlist of the stupidest, most depressing songs.

Sometimes I can be like this and it's hard to be a sun addict.

I go for a coffee.

And yes, drivers who speed through the big puddles in this weather, there's a separate hellhole for you!

Sometimes I can be like this...

I give with warmth... And I receive inspiration in return... Love my friends 🌸 ☺️

I've lost so many things this winter: two pairs of gloves, my favourite beanie, my bank card and even my eldest son's sports helmet (don't ask me how).

But here's the thing: almost everything was found and returned to me - except one glove. The card was quickly re-issued. Almost always, people carefully put aside a lost thing and it eventually came back to me through friends or relatives.💛

This feeling of loss, when I was constantly scolding myself and my absent-mindedness and asking all my friends, "What's happening to me? I never lose anything and here I am..." 🥲

I think it's a kind of lesson I'm learning every day. Not to get attached to things or people, whatever...

It's a lot of words again, but I'm glad I have them.💛

P.S. A photo of how and where I sometimes work and write my texts. Sometimes sitting on the floor, charging my phone, waiting for the doctor's visit for my son, with a cup of coffee in my hand 😅

Morning 🩶

My inspiration for the Chapter 25 of the story "Trying to remember" 🩷

All day today I've been trying to finish writing a chapter (and I will finish it, I know!) and I've also been lost in thoughts about the connection between reality and a virtual reality. At what point does the line between the two become blurred and is it possible to limit it, especially for creative people?

"Your stories soothe and comfort me every time I read them. They heal my wounded heart. The realisation that I’m gonna open the app and continue reading one of your stories at the end of the day makes me feel excited and inspired."

When I received a message with these words, my heart melted and I almost cried, because I realized how my little virtual creativity influences a person's real life and makes it сosier.

What can I say, I myself used to run to the park once a week, buy an Americano and impatiently open a new chapter from the author of the story that had captured my heart. And it's also a mixture of reality and creativity. Needless to say, I was really sad when the author deleted his story and decided not to finish it. In real life, I stared at the screen and thought, why? But it served as the inspiration for the very story whose chapter I am trying to finish today.

Reality and the virtual world... They have long been intertwined, and only man can keep them in balance. We work online, we make friends online, we love online.

I met my husband 17 years ago on social media, and we started a family. My best friend, who has known me since I was 7, has lived in another country for a few years now, but almost every morning we start with a video for each other. My brother and his family live in another city, we communicate through these invisible networks that have enveloped our lives, and here I am baking cookies and sending a piece of my reality by post. I met a girl by liking a photo of her interior, we chatted online and one day we met at a community yoga class coincidentally. We chatted for over three hours in real life, then had a picnic in the park together and now my soul mate lives in Spain...

So is there a connection? Could one be without the other? All day long I keep rolling these thoughts around like shiny balls in the palm of my hand... And yes, I'm finishing a chapter 💛

Today was a strange and unusual morning, I was in a hurry to get a son ready for kindergarten after persuading him to go without his brother for a few hours and promising him all the presents in the world in return.

The usual morning routine has been disrupted, hundreds of messages from chat rooms since morning (it is Monday after all). My thoughts are all over the place, I'm thinking about work, not forgetting my coffee cup for it's photoshoot (haha).

Of course, in such a situation, I had to forget something and... it was the headphones.

And it was such a good thing. I forgot how much I love listening to the city! The passing cars on the small streets, the sounds of people walking, the scraps of their conversations.

The birds in the park, it seems like spring is really coming early this year. The crackling of ice on the puddles beneath my feet (I didn't miss a single puddle, sorry kids 🥲).

Sometimes it's so helpful to listen to the city and to yourself...

Today I went for an evening walk with one of my twins, as the other is still sick...

We walked through the nearest park, we were going to a cafe to eat burgers (I promised...), I had some soft music playing in one of my headphones, I was all in my thoughts, but tried to answer the child's questions in time...

"Mummy, mummy, look how beautiful it is..." I didn't immediately understand what he was pointing at, but then I raised my head and my eyes saw the moon in the clouds...

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" my son asked excitedly and I just nodded.

"Nature is the best artist," I like to say to myself.

P.S. Unfortunately I didn't have a chance to take my own photo.

My feet led me here, it's sunny today... They say it takes 21 days to form a habit, I wonder how long it takes to break it?

Words are scarce, and the ones I have I will try not to waste, but to use in my texts.

Sometimes naive, or maybe just too trusting I am. Funny, I guess.

I think I will be given a lot of inspiration to write more and more often again. It happens.

Just flowers.

May there be more bright colours 💜🩷

It was a lovely morning and meeting 💜💛

Just the way I like it... I think sometimes our laughter was the loudest in the cafe 🥲💜

My inspiration 🩷 Part 19 🩶

Something that warmed my heart this morning...

"Honey," my close friend from another city sends a video for me, "if you don't have sunshine today, this is for you..."☀️☺️

I'm smiling ☀️

Men are rushing in with flowers already today... I know, what International Women's Day is about, but let tomorrow be another reason for a bouquet when there are so few bright colours around...

Let's be kinder 💐

It seems that I haven't written a line for today (or yesterday). Sigh...The focus of my attention has drifted.

It seems that I was so eager to take a photo of something that I shoted the process of making cookies while my cat sat patiently watching me near her empty bowl.

It seems that everything smells of lavender - my kitchen, my shirt and my fingertips.

It seems like a pretty good idea... 💜

Denying winter, bringing spring closer ❄️🌸

Strong coffee is my salvation.

I meet my neighbour at the door, she notices my eyes and immediately asks, "What's wrong?"

"My son is sick again, high fever..."

"Where are you going...?"

"..."

A light touch on my shoulder, "Do you want to sit in the café next door?"

I smile, I say no, I've only got 15 minutes.

I wait for my coffee, watching... Maybe someone's watching me. The line on the cup speaks for itself...🤍

Little things that warmed my heart on this snowy morning ❄️

My inspiration 🩷 Part 18 💛

I'll never get tired of writing about it... ✨

When they opened this super trendy coffee shop around the corner from my house last spring, I thought, "Who will come here? It's quiet enough... "

Now I understand why they opened it here. It's not my favourite place, but it's where I can get away and work for at least an hour.

Every time I'm surprised to see my plans crumble like a house of cards because of the children's problems and illnesses, although I've been a mother for years. But it's hard to get used to it, just to adapt.

Well, I got a coffee today, so that's good too 🖤