Littlehiroshima: Heart to Heart

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Fort Russ, June 25th

Original by Yevdokia “Dunya” Sheremetyeva, published on littlehirosima website; translated from Russian by J.Hawk.

There is a girl in Moscow named Nastya. There is another girl in Lugansk named Vika who got hit by a car during the war.
She was indescribably beautiful, but lost everything in an instant.

Vika before the accident.

Nastya had a terminally ill child. He was born with life-threatening illness. Could breathe only through a respirator and eat only through a tube. Nastya donated some of that food to Vika.
Each bottle is a meal, and costs 450 rubles. Nastya’s child, alas, no longer needs it (

I have written many times that the people who help are mostly people who have themselves suffered and experienced pain. Each one has a story like that. A long, tear-soaked, painful, exhausting story.

Nastya asked not to mention her. She asked this out of modesty, saying that good works ought to be anonymous.
Nastya, please forgive me, but it’s hard for me to keep it in.
Because there were a few interesting turns to this story.

I already wrote a dramatic post (part 2 here – ed.) about how we got that food across the border.
The car was sagging from the sheer weight of the bottles, and it looked like a commercial shipment which could have justifiably been prohibited by the customs. I don’t know how we pulled it off, but when the border guard standing next to us said in an outraged tone: “What’s this for? Don’t they have something like this over there?”, I basically lost it. I went off at him, and after that we were quickly let through.

Apart from the food, Nastya also donated a whole box of catheters and special syringes for feeding (on the photo), which are all incredibly expensive (we brought only some of the food, the rest will be brought later).

Our guardian angel Sasha Shashkova bought her five packages of Tseraxon.
In addition, we bought adult diapers and personal care supplies, and also food for the whole family.

The Bespalykh family lived well before the war. Vika’s father made all the furniture in their home with his own hands. They had money… and then their lives went all to hell. Now there is no work, the monthly benefits for taking care of Vika are only 30 rubles. Which is ridiculous. All of the family’s money is being spent on Vika. And she also has a younger brother, Ilya, who is 12.
Actually, taking care of someone in such a critical state is beyond the means of almost any one family.

We’ve written about Vika before. The doctors gave her one month to live. But she’s survived for more than 6 months by now.
After we brought her the anti-bedsore mattress, Lena (Vika’s mom) called Zhenya and told him, all in tears, that it was the first night the girl slept well. And the family with her.

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When we came, Vika was laying on the bed and staring into nothingness.
I asked her something but she did not react at all. Only made loud, hoarse noises. Mom placed a phone next to her and used it to play music.
–I know she can hear.

We thought this was a hopeless case. With the help being given mainly to be able to say to oneself, later, that we tried everything.
But you know, today Zhenya wrote me something that left me in a state of nervous and excited:
“Vika has begun to react, which is good. Because her reactions are responses to the stimuli she’s receiving. Her eyes have become expressive and convey her emotional state depending on the situation. It’s clear she’s listening when people talk to her.”
Vika began to react to her surroundings, to people, to flies, to voices. Began to shift in her bed and move her extremities, which she could not do earlier.
On June 28 she’ll go to the hospital, it’s all arranged, the respirators, the works. We’ll naturally help the family.

Zhenya sent a photo today:

I also have to say that an earlier story, when an alcoholic stepfather tried to sell a stroller and diapers which we brought for his daughter (thankfully, quickly recovered by the LPR police – ed.) made me nauseous. I spent the last days walking and wondering whether I was doing the right thing. Do people really need it?

The food, mattress, diapers, syringes, and medicines – those are all just small contributions.
The biggest contribution is the improbably selfless love of Vika’s mother, and her desire to fight to the last.
But I think that here all these parts came together.

As we were leaving, Vika’s mom began to cry. At the door, she kissed me on both cheeks and gave me a strong hug. Not because of the food. But because there’s someone in the world who gives a damn. The people who give a damn are Sasha who bought the medicine, Nastya who donated food, our Zhenyas, our Lena who accidentally read about Vika on the Internet, people who sent money to help her, money which we use to buy her diapers, napkins, and other items.
I don’t know what will happen next with Vika. But the fact that the doctors can’t believe their eyes is surely an indicator.

Thank you, everyone!

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