Viktorina Savelieva

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Captive_world

The strangest place in the world
My_cards
Covid-engl.
A river called Life.
My ancestors
If my childhood was happy?
Invisible World and Human Person
We are engineers
Letters to a stranger
My Gardian Angel
The night of encounter with God
Christmas Past
New Year Past
The night bunnies
Two palm trees
The Love
Cognition of God.
Winter in Ottawa
The year of silk euphoria

Outside of the box called

Soviet Union.

Mama

Travels

New Zealand. Part 1

Reviews

A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towels
National Ballet of Ukraine
Evgeny Onegin
 

Phylosophy

Cognition of God.

Who am I?
 
 
 
 

Nostalgia

The hymn to our garden.
 
 
SUMMING UP
 
Life in Canada
 

From an Engineer in the Soviet Union to an Artist in Canada

At the time of the COVID-19 pandemic I am trying to put an order in my archives, that include endless drafts not yet discarded. I just started. On the left you see the content with titles of writings, written in different periods of time and under different circumstances. I will try to organize them in a few groups.

After many years of working as engineers in different cities (and countries) of the former USSR, in 1995 my husband and I arrived to Canada. It was necessary to take root. After brainstorming, I decided that the only way to be successful here, in North America, was not to try to do something better, not to be afraid to do it differently and to show that doing it differently is not so bad. How to show?

First, of course, in words. I prepared the corresponding short texts (in English) about myself, my work and philosophy, my hobbies and travels. I learned and began to try: in churches and libraries, at a skating rink and exhibitions, in fashion shops and galleries, etc. It worked great, especially after learning the phrase: "Could you help me please, I arrived from Ukraine just a week ago."  In Montreal, I began to attend the ˮCreative writing club. ”(Writing, something like that, even in English it doesn't sound like that seriously) In order not to waste time studying the language, I began to write about everything, depending on the intended interlocutor: about my many hobbies, travels, Russian art and literature, about greeting cards that I started making, etc. And so it went. I got a taste and began to continue in Russian. In the process, a genre was determined in which I would like to write seriously - philosophical notes. I do not hope to reach the heights of literary creativity. I am looking for a way out for my accumulated thoughts.

Best regards, Viktorina Savelyeva.

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