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Liliia Matvieieva

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Ukraine Kyiv, Ukraine
9 months 26 days back
A little busy a little busy
age 31 years
on the service 1 year

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Русский Русский: fluent
Українська Українська: advanced

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  • Thoughts

    Poems, Songs & Prose
    The war in Ukraine shows people's souls. Their true inner world. These are difficult times, but they decide a lot.
    I was holding this coffee and thinking about the writing on the cup.
    Quite optimistic, but I understood that unfortunately not everyone is ready to hold the "future of Ukraine" in their hands.
    Someone lives as if their war does not concern them, and someone very often changes their views depending on the situation... it's painful to think about the fact that someday victory will come, people will rejoice, but not everyone will be able to do so, because for some the price of that victory will be very high...
    Love for the Homeland is not only a vyshyvanka or the Ukrainian language. Love is expressed in actions, as well as in human relationships. Everything else is just words.
    Ukraine is wounded, so each of us can be useful, become the very medicine.
    And this is not only the front, it is also cultural heritage, volunteering, caring for the environment, raising children, because they are the future of the Nation, and other important social aspects.
    Also, sometimes it is necessary to educate not only children but very often adults as well, unfortunately.
    A single country is very cool, but such a country should be built only together with those Ukrainians whose love for it is truly sincere, not from time to time. And which manifests in various actions. That is, not only the linguistic aspect, but also some activity aimed at healing Ukraine. Even without war — helping the native land to flourish is the task of every citizen.
  • Farewell, Cyberborg

    Poems, Songs & Prose
    Talk to me, my dear!
    Why don't you hear the phone?
    My last, fleeting minutes,
    Because around there is a raging fire.

    Ruins, death, and everything is burning.
    The airport is like an arena.
    Here is a gladiator fight to the death
    And a furious flow of enemies.

    But I believe, I truly believe,
    In my combat comrades!
    I sincerely dream of hearing you,
    But you, probably, dear, are sleeping.

    I am starting to fall asleep,
    And the wound no longer hurts
    To lie here completely alone,
    Because my heart painfully aches.

    You were a whole world,
    I sincerely believed - I will return!
    I will love you forever,
    Even when the pulse subsides.

    It's a pity I didn't hear
    The call I have been waiting for so long.
    Now there will be no chance -
    The end of my drama has come…

    Death chooses only the best
    And he is now one of those,
    Who are worthy of eternal glory
    In whose heart the fight never ceases!

    January 26, 2015
  • Трейн! Навіки в строю!

    Poems, Songs & Prose
    Рушає потяг в зірках слави,
    То шлях героя в небеса!
    Він мчить вперед робити справи
    По коліям в нове життя.

    Він був незламним і сміливим,
    У битвах швидше, ніж вітри.
    Достойним лідером і вірним
    Своїм ідеям та сім'ї.

    Заради нас пішов у пекло,
    Щоб мир настав і всі жили
    Під сонцем і прекрасним небом,
    Гуляти, мріяти могли...

    Ціна велика - біль безмежний
    Твій подвиг - назавжди в серцях!
    Ми обіцяєм незалежність,
    А ти лети, як вільний птах!

    14.09.2023
  • Dedication to the warrior

    Poems, Songs & Prose
    And here the lion's heart burned
    In the fiery flames of war.
    Rose like a Phoenix above the rocks,
    Left loved ones on the ground.

    Such a cruel fate befell,
    But forever in the heavens
    The soul of the hero recognizes Paradise
    In dad's warm prayers.

    Russia takes away happiness
    And all that is beautiful on earth...
    But flowers bloom again,
    When enemies die!

    05.01.2024
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    I want to dedicate this poem to everyone who has lost their loved ones...

    Poems, Songs & Prose
    Your heartbeat still with me,
    In your eyes I still drown...
    Do you remember how in spring
    You whispered "I love you"?

    Unfortunately, war is a driving force,
    An element of pain and regret,
    In her embrace I remained
    But I am alive, yet not living...

    When you soar like a bird into the sky,
    I feel that you are there.
    You sit beside me –
    I would give everything for your touch...

    Wait for me in the new world,
    Where we will meet again,
    We will be together, like flowers,
    For whom the sun is love.

    13.01.2024
  • Dedication to the 3rd Assault Brigade

    The city is burning, war is calling
    Into the arms of the best sons.
    They are – granite, new titans,
    Whom the world has not known before!

    The city – a fortress, here heroes
    Ruthlessly destroy enemies.
    A cry and unbearable pain echo
    Clouding the mind in fire.

    Majestic stars quietly cry,
    But the golden glow burns!
    You are our pride, you are the best,
    Stronger even than the Gods!

    (c) Liliya Matveyeva
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    Emotions

    Poems, Songs & Prose
    My coffee is bitter,
    And the soul quietly cries.
    What a damn neighbor?
    A wild heart, as if.

    Black angels of death
    Circle in the sky.
    They have seen everything:
    How rockets flew...

    The soul hurts badly,
    But revenge is burning.
    Where will it fly again?
    No one will guess.

    Such a tragic summer,
    Heat rules everywhere,
    But the heart is frozen,
    It cannot be saved...

    We are the rear for the soldiers,
    Their hope, support.
    Let's gather strength,
    Help is needed!

    Let the enemy tremble
    And dance with death!
    Our soldiers are ready
    To open the gates to hell.

    Liliya Matvyeva
    10.07.24