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Katya Tihonova

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Ukraine Kyiv, Ukraine
2 years back
Available for hire available for hire
1 Safe completed
3 years back
1 client
age 43 years
on the service 9 years

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    • The Story of the Sunny Girl and Children's Verses

      Poems, Songs & Prose
    • Talk to Two

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      Mr.
      My dear lady, greet you!Today
      You are so curious.And in love, all these are unarmed.
      Everyone is so unlimited in love.My dear lady, let me ask,
      Do you think it is higher and higher?I am not looking for a compromise.
      In the garden are flowers...

      The Lady
      I would say to you, Mr.and no.I will speak.As always.As always.Your eyes are sad again.
      They will not tolerate neither lies nor truth.They will not tolerate eternal divorce.
      Coming wars and shootings to the body,
      They are afraid of the white hands.
      What are the sicknesses of the heart.They are afraid... No!Stay on!No is!My Lord, I want to tell you a word -
      Remember, you dreamed of me.
      In the tremendous love.Why not so?Why the sword?-
      We are not ready for them.You should be a moon at night.Could it? No is!Not just again.
      A silence in the silence of the evening,
      Looking for a note in the daycott of bottles.My Lord, even, the wolf of sad will
      Kill the world with your night shoulder.But what do you say, how do you silence?What can I comfort you, say?A goal, a goal, a goal, a goal.
      On the black ground with a white snowflower.
    • I silence

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      I silence — example of freelancer's portfolio work in category Poems, Songs & Prose
      He was infected with flu on Christmas.The high temperature was not damaged by medications.It was left to drink tea with peanut butter, lemon, zombies and read.He took the book out of the plate, hidden with a flame and drowned in the sheet.The telephone spoke, “Rid, how are you?I silence.”He placed a bookmark, wearing glasses, and wrote in response: “I am sick.I silence.“How are you?”

      The SMS speaker on the other end of the thread couldn’t embrace emotions: “Today at home.A man sick.I silence.Write to me.”

      His wife and his father came to the room.He lifted the tube.She walked with her hand on the grey hair, kissed her crack, gave her a garlic with tea, asked if she didn’t want to take a little bit of it.He hardly shut his head, smiled.When she came out of the room, he took the phone and wrote in response, “Spain.I am silent.”She was not yet able to get with her father to the kitchen, as the phone was stuck in the pocket.It is he!It was in the brain.She looked at the screen and read: “I’m sorry.I am silent.”They have been communicating this way for more than five years.The habit.
    • I know you are still reading her letters.

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      I know you are still reading her letters. — example of freelancer's portfolio work in category Poems, Songs & Prose
      I know you are still reading her letters.
      The paper is fine and warm with your fingers.
      You capture the smell of its depths and heights,
      You will remember how she walked by the boss on the rocky stairs.
      You will remember everything. It seems even more,
      Not right now, at this moment.
      Per, without a memory, I have learned that long verse,
      What she quoted you, kissing your back.
      You thought she was a girl, believing the stories,
      which is a puppy of gold.
      She built a temple of love.
      Not aware of fatigue, nor of peace.
      She left herself...
      Full of sand. He is wet. It does not run,
      You have to play it, going into the silhouette.
      What, dancing in a couple, touched the shoulder by the shoulder
      Memory is not wasted.
      It turns in the morning. Autumn day at the window.
      She sees another dream. It is noted that the waves are striking.
      You fill a glass of patience, like life, with wine.
      She doesn’t get older...
    • Authoric text, sounding (play in the show)

      Poems, Songs & Prose
    • Autumn Prayer

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      in the heavens,
      List of parks,
      The sun is lighting,
      Removing a small tear.
      In the Nuts on Gill
      The thieves about something.
      There is no wind,
      The tires are slowly.
      The autumn,
      He wants to breathe.
      to breathe in,
      Get warm in the heart.
      Forgive us, the Almighty,
      We walk again in the winter.
      I don’t know the ship.
      The future is the name.
      with snow, snow,
      On the leaf red, green
      with snow, snow,
      and the cold
      In the heart...
      in the heavens
      The sunshine is lighting.
      They want very much
      Looking at the sun...
    • Evening Heaven

      Photography
    • The Autumn Gifts

      Photography
    • Nathurmouth

      Photography
    • 5 USD

      The Winter Dialogue

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      The silence and the snow in the valleys are shining.
      The white body burns fire with chemers into the ice.
      He walked with his eyes in the night on his way to a woman.
      I smoked on the border. Her steps were taken.

      Her shadow on the snow has not yet been frozen with despair.
      Another cold heat broke down the body.
      The goodbye between them was a passionate assassin’s force.

      It is -
      It was as if they were living with a pulsing trembling in the space.
      It is inevitable, the word of death, which empty souls from the bodies.

      He screamed:

      Wait to! I need you sharply!

      I can’t be without you – your kisses and your wings!
      She stopped for a moment... She looked up, conceived.
      Don’t worry about me. Maybe I’ll come back once.

      You want to dream of me. Between snow and paddles.
      Just dream...
      I swear!

    Reviews and compliments on completed projects 1

    16 June 2022 18 USD
    A fairy tale for children (Personal contract for Katya Tikhonova)

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    Activity

      Latest proposals 10
    Equitmic translation of English songs into Ukrainian
    18 USD
    Children's Stories
    20 USD
    Poems for Jubilee
    39 USD
    Text of the song.
    17 USD
    Write a script for a reality show
    68 USD
    Content Manager (SMM) for Telegram News Channel
    113 USD
    Patriotic Songs
    23 USD
    Voice over video
    7 USD
    Append 6-8 lines in a moving song (soul post-dubstep pop) ua
    23 USD
    A fairy tale for children (Personal contract for Katya Tikhonova) Personal project
    18 USD