Hello, everybody!


My name is Nastya (short from a typical russian name Anastasia)
For many years I've been wearing this nick - "Moroshka" (from Russian - "cloudberry").
Under such a berrylike patronimic my deceased mother was born. And I still carry it, although now I have a birdlike one:). ("Perepelkina" - from Russian "quail")
I'm 30. I live in Bryansk, in a provincial town 350 away from Moscow, Russia.
My childhood was spent on the north of the country, with its beautiful mountains and boreal forests. I miss it much.
Now my place doesn't shine with peculiarities, so I try to obtain joy of every other things possible - meeting friends and talking to them, writing stories about my life, taking pictures of surroundings and making them interesting, both for me and the people I love.
At present I'm not employed, but sometimes deal with translations from English into Russian, and do some editing.
Sometimes I write poems (some of them are translated into English), I like reading literature that makes your soul move, adore listening to music and, again, taking pictures. Sometimes I draw, but very-very seldom.)
I also love making family video - my husband taught me how:)
So, my family are my lovely blonds - my 7-year-old son Matvey, my 3-month-old baby Luka, and my husband Slavik.
We got married 8 years ago, but we've been together since I was 15...))

I love writing, traveling and... writing about the traveling and my motherhood!))
I hope I can share all this with you and make friends!

With love,
Nastya

My mum singing

Matvey's birthdays music movies

Matvey's seaside love-story

In honour of my mother

My son's winter fun

 

 

May 7 - My main inspiration

... is my boy, with his eyes bay leaf-colored...

LEARNED LETTERS

This is important for our archive.

Recently, at the age of about 4,5 my son Matvey suddenly learned all letters of the russian alphabet (more exactly - sounds, e.g. not "bi:" but "b", etc.).
It happened quite easy - he actually did learn them in almost 3 days, leafing over his cardboard alphabet booklet at his leisure (together with me or his granny). Everybody is happy with it, since all the previous attempts gave nothing but headache, as well as Matvey's going to a school of early development...
As I believe, it's just that the time has come.*

Although Matvey is hardly now understands what are hard and soft signs for, but I'm sure it's OK.
Now we continue with a gentle trying to add sounds into syllables.

According to this case, we've taken out of our repairs heaps a wall talking ABC sheet with different voice options. Last year it was bought for no use, but now it's timely, and this is what a funny clip we have:
Matvey's pushing the corresponding letter when hearing a sound, and then guessing about a russian riddle about the clock - "It goes, sometimes late or ahead, but still remain in the same place" - our son's first thought was "football players"))))))))))) 

In honour of my gone mother

Do come and sit, stay for an hour,
I beg your words for any tone…
I see the lonesome way to cover,
And I’m the only walker on.

 Just look unblaming, like you used to,
And touch my hand, without a gloom
I’ll tell you that in any instant
I will be covered with the blue.

And then I’ll mix among the colors
With grey-haired roofs of cloudy frames
We’ll roam together till the sunrise
Across the sky, without the chains.

And when the heavy morning showers
Start pressing down with sea of tears,
I’ll soon return to my sad hours
To look for you among the trees.

(с) perepelkina

SEA

Days go by, and nights are also flying,

All the living has its time to end,

But the sea is never ever ending,

Breaking waves along the shore of sand.

Saving strength and crying for no matters,

Knowing anger only cause of wind…

Time for it to fall asleep, and that is

Sea-song’s gently going to complete.

Dusk will always make the sun go redder,

People wait for lives to reach sunset…

There will come a day for souls forever

To be warmed on shores of tender sand.

(c) perepelkina 

... For all 27 years of mine I’ve been living in Russia. It’s a rather big country, you know, and citizens in different regions of it can vary enormously in their set of mind, as if they were different nations. It touched me too, when I first came to the central part of Russia, 350 km from Moscow, actually moving from a northern town where I was born. My first impression was nasty – most of the new people seemed unkind, mean and green-eyed, compared to the generosity and hospitality of people knowing what northern lights and nights of midnight sun are. May be they really lacked some poetry in their mentality, or may be in my age of 9 I was too overcharging about the world around. Anyway, time passed, and now I seem to be quite adapted to the present reality, seeing all the sides of it – right and wrong, good and bad people… And understand that you might find bright sides anywhere and anytime, if you only wish.

It feels like I was a child quite not long ago, as if it was yesterday. I still remember all the things I felt then and all the things I used to find unjust from the side of my parents, my relatives, friends and other people. I thought the world was rotating around me and hoped that I had everything ahead, all the roads opened in front… Even now I’m sure this way of seeing life is somehow useful for a person, but I do remember all the negative sides of it that I call wearing rose-colored spectacles, just when you cannot look at life realistically, not able to accept both its joys and sorrows. And when one day it occurs that you irreparably lose something dear, what you thought you’d always have, you bitterly put those spectacles off and start rebuilding your worldview, although it’s impossible to help out some things you lost.

When one fine day it happened to me and my young, the best mother of all suddenly died, I was shocked and psychologically paralyzed for some years. I even started feeling sorry for the years we’d spent together, when I finally discovered her. Sorry that it didn’t happen when I was not taller than a meter, with two ponytails on my head, caring only for my own well-being, and for my mum’s – only when I saw her crying. Then I would mourn for my mother as a phenomenon – cooking tasty, wiping my snots off, standing me in a corner, giving presents and so on, but not for my mother as a person, not devoid of her interior life, character and predilections, not for my best friend who will never betray you, won’t be envious and mercenary… But, as wisdom says, it’s better to face any sorrow when trying to achieve a great revelation of life, than quietly live all the age, not ever able to discover it.

Thanks God there came time for me when I became able to learn the lesson. That’s why I say to myself – from now on, my life will be like that. – From now on, I will remember everything not because it’s aching, but because real happiness was with me. And now, being a mother of a 3-year-old kid myself, I understand that people who mean family for you are the most precious ones you have in your life. But what is more valuable – is the opportunity of your living itself. No matter if your parents are divorced or not, alive or already dead – their love will never leave you, as well as your love won’t ever leave your heart.

My love Matvei...

Me and my husband

Me