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    July 27, 2015

    Come and get it!


    July 27, 2015

    Come and get it!

    By Yevdokia "Dunya" Sheremetyeva

    Translated from Russian by J.Hawk


    [To read Yevdokia Sheremetyeva's other dispatches from the Donbass and Crimea, click on the "littlehiroshima" tab above the title.]

    --You're coming to us? What did you bring?!
    --Ice cream! Come and get it!
    The kids squeal and come running after the car.
    Kids of all ages are coming from all directions. The news about ice cream spreads to every corner.
    If someone told me a year ago that I'd be bringing ice cream, sweets, and food to a Donbass orphanage, I wouldn't have believed them.



    We barely get out of the car and are instantly surrounded by stretched out little arms.
    --Hurraa! It's all for us?
    --Yes, it's for you!
    --Is there ice cream?
    --Curiosity killed the cat, haven't you heard?
    And they are pushing toward the car. They buzz like a beehive.
    --What else is there?
    --Wow, popcorn, is that for us too? Could you give it straight to us?



    A strict-looking man comes from around the corner. Mustache like on a walrus.
    --What am I going to do with them now? It's now lunchtime! They won't eat anything.
    That scares me. I stand at attention before the pedagogue. His eyes are glaring daggers. And I panic at the sound of the word "regime", as if I were still in kindergarten.
    But I have a trump card--something tasty for the workers, too.
    --Please forgive us, we won't do it like that in the future! Please take the ice cream!
    The grandpa gives me a hard look. I'm standing even more at attention and I yell back to the kids:
    --Hey kids, be sure to eat everything! Otherwise they'll yell at me!
    I hear from all sides:
    --We'll eat everything! Honest!
    The grandpa melts into a smile. A very strict smile. As his position requires.



    And then we start unloading the food. The strict pedagogue sees the milk, chickens, butter, vegetables.
    --Potatoes, how wonderful! We haven't had potatoes for a long time! They bring us canned meat and barley. But no vegetables.
    When we go into the kitchen, I see the potatoes they had. A kitchen worker tells me:
    --We scrape out whatever we can for soup.
    Humanitarian aid deliveries to the Donbass include mainly canned meat, grains, pasta. But no fresh food. It's expensive and unaffordable to many. Especially orphanages, homes for the elderly, and other institutions.
    Therefore we bought chickens, dairy products (milk, kefir, cottage cheese, butter), fruits, vegetables, and eggs for the Krasnyy Luch orphanage
    I rarely heard as many thanks as on this occasion.

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    The kids are being assembled for photographs, but they are buzzing and buzzing.
    --Look, carrots! And potatoes!
    And they walk around the vegetables with important expressions on their faces. I instantly remember my own daughter who can't be persuaded to eat carrots. She turns up her nose and refuses.
    But the kids here look at them as if it were candy or delicacies.



    --Let's go take photos!
    --What's your name?
    --Dunya
    --Dunya?
    And they giggle and giggle.
    We finished taking photos and then a girl walks up to me, hugs my leg and looks up:

    --Will you come tomorrow?
    --And what do they call you, my little beauty?
    --Ulyana.
    --I can't come tomorrow, Ulya, but I will come back. But you must eat everything! Don't embarrass me!
    --We'll eat everything! Everything!




    It's at times like these that I realize where strength and the desire to continue helping comes from )



    If you want contribute to helping the people of the Donbass, contact me in person through my livejournal account, through Facebook, or via email: littlehirosima@gmail.com. Everything will be delivered and reported.
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