Усадьба / the House of commons

THE AUTHOR THE WOMAN IN VALOR

NADIA SV HERMANOVICH ZUEVA SKARYNA 03/07/2025

THE DAY OF MY INDEPENDANCE

THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

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MY DEAR NIKOLYA I AM WRITING THIS LETTER ON THE 3 RD OF JULY FROM MOSCOW. THIS IS MY FIRST LETTER TO YOU/ SUPRISINGLY I AM 42 AND I AM THANKFULL TO YOU FOR THE BETTER HALF OF MY LIFE. I COULDN’T FIGHT ALONE. THE GOOD NEIGHBOUR AS YOU BECAME THE ONLY WITNESS OF MY IMPERIAL…OF MY GOOD WILL

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The moments of glory made the year ahead. When you reach your goal the main thing is the effect you get. I felt I conquered the Everest. Not disappointed not desperate not even tired but satisfied. Now I had the opportunity to talk.

To talk to you My Majesty. The ROYAL countryside as I remembered too well since my childhood knew it all. They knew the plot – I had my GLORY & now was the time the high time to talk. I was driving my car, no I had the driver to take me to the motherland. My Infinity was black my conscience was pure. The level I reached took me back to my bank by the river.

That was the place of my childhood. The flashbacks of my memory showed me the pictures. That was long, long ago. Now I was 35. Widowed. I just buried the husband MAXIMUS by name who died at SVO. HE was never back buried in HARKOFF forever dead as the soldier of the 3 world war. The one out of 1 millionof the RUSSIAN WARRIORS who fought for the faith. The Russians the orthodox differ much in character & the language. The Russian beauty is the life full of love & glory. To love in Russian means to be noble, generous & caring.

I am RUSSIAN. I am the woman in valor. The woman in my authorship. I was driving back to my bank by the river trying to guess how he looked now. My MAJESTY. My bestneighbor. My best friend. The man who was the first to announce me the QUEEN.

20 years after I left my native country, 20 years after I gave birth to my MYSTERY – MY BELOVED DAUGHTER. Her name was SOPHIA. And now when she turned 20 & was ready for the LUNCH I decided to see NIKOLYA THE VALOR again. My MAJESTY wrote me the letter telling he had the heart attack & he needed my company as the last hope for the recovery. The only remedy he believed in. I couldn’t ignore the KING. I was on my way to NOJSHTAD.

The driver didn’t pronounce a word. He made the music loud & didn’t interrupt my thoughts. I had the questions on my mind. For so many years that we were friends & I had no chance for the bad romance, but since I left the town I had my own way. I had my own life NIKOLYA knew nothing about. I heard nothing about him ever since. We had the younger sisters who were friendly & communicated somehow. My younger sister sent me the letter that’s how I knew MY MAJESTY asked for me & for my HELP.

He was the knight of my CROWN of my IMPERIAL. The royal FAMILY OF VALOR reunited on the matter of NIKOLYAs illness. The VALOR DYNASTY sent me the invitation as well, asking to bring the BLACK SEEDS OIL to cure the KING.

Yes, I did love him once. That was long ago in my youth when he proposed to me. The first actual PROPOSAL of his ROYAL HEART & HIS ROYAL HAND. I did accept it but my parents stood against our marriage. My mother & my father were cruel & selfish. Instead of marring me to NIKOLYA they made us apart. The very first autumn of that ROYAL SUMMER they sent me to another town to study the foreign languages. On the 1st of September I appeared alone in unknown place among the unknown people. I never heard or meet NIKOLYA ever since.

After I graduated from the CAPITAL ESTABLISHMENT I had to move to another KINGDOME OF THE RUSSIAN IMPIRE. No farewell no explanations. No one to love me. No one to take care of me & the daughter. No one to hug & no one to talk to even…

20 years afterwards in another status as the member of the international union of writers I managed to publish my books & even to earn enough to become self-assured&independentDUTCHESS of SLAVIA. THE KINGDOME OF RUSSIA. I was coming back to my bank by the river CRONON. 20 years after my daughter was coming with me. The driver FARKHAD the good friend of mine drove the Infinity on moderate speed. It took us 5 hours to reach the town of NOJSHTAD. The time we drove in to the yard in front of the huge house of THE VALOR DYNASTY showed 5 p.m. The sisters were already there meeting us warmly & inviting to come in. My daughter SOPHYA by name played the part of the common past. The common background we used to have in our youth …long ago… 20 years ago.

“NADIA …SOPHYA… I am glad to see you. I am happy you managed to come to see NIKOLYA. He needs your attention. Are you tired my DEAR LADIES? Was the road free?”

GRADGINA had lots of questions to us. She was the Wife & the Hostess in the VALOR HOUSE. When my best friend told me he got married to some GRADGINA & they had the kids I wasn’t surprised much. By the time NIKOLYA married GRADGINA I was occupied in the capital. Married to MAXIM & teaching my little SOPHYA good manners. We had the house in the suburbs of ST PETERSBURG & spent most time on the big book business. The family business of the publishing house of SKARYNA.

We stepped in the house. It was huge but warm. The cozy smell of delicious LUNCH inspired us. I looked at SOPHY she smiled me back.

At 6 p.m. the company gathered in the hall. The table was excellent. It took us 15 minutes to hear the voice of NIKOLYA. The MAN appeared in the hall loudly talking & telling jokes. As he always used to be – I thought. The KING THE MAN THE GRAND PERSON OF INTEREST OF WIZDOME & THE GOODNESS.

The same minute SOPHY came close to us & shook NIKOLYAS HAND.

AFTER THE PARTY WAS OVER WE WERE INVITED TO THE LIBRARY TO TALK.

NIKOLYA THE VALOR was the first to fight for the hope. I knew that for sure. The true fighter the royal friend of mine he risked his life to save mine. He could lose his heart forever. He had the wife & the children so if he died I won’t forgive it to myself. No one would ever forgive me the glory made of blood & death. Mon fame & my life cost the valiant troops of knights. That was costly. Too costly I would confess. I did remember much of the story. But I didn’t know all of it. The rest of the story were no doubt even more epic.

… he told me the “the night YOU flew to Russia the soldiers came to town. The “GAZA strip” of “old OLSHANKA” THE CIVILIANS turned to be THE HOSTAGES the victims & revealed the cruel intentions of the MAYER & THE vicious circle of BNF. THE FIGHT TOOK OVER THE MONTH. The resistance helped to make order at last. We lost the warriors who are buried forever. Never back to life & their wives.

The war time of no fire but of cold war still have hundreds of innocent victims & make the front line of the western border.

As I got to know later NIKOLYA WAS WOONDED. HE GOT THE HEART ATTACK BUT HOPEFULLY HE SURVIVED & NOW WAS ON HIS RECOVERY

ALL IN ALL, IT BECAME OBVIOUSE THAT “THE DIZASTER PASSED BY & AWAY” & THE VALOR FAMILY COULD CELEBRATE.

THE SATISFACTION

THE CONFIRMATION

THE REVELATION

CAME ALL AT ONCE. WHEN WE STAYED TET A TET PERSON TO PERSON NIKOLYA & NADIA THE GOOD NEIGHBORS OF NOJSHTAD THE MIRACLE OF THE DATE MADE 2 HEARTS BEET FASTER

FOR WHEN I LOOKED HIM IN THE EYE HE SMILED TO ME. 20 YEARS IN ONE MOMENT OF BONHEURE PROOVED THE VERY FIRST GUESS. THE VERY FIRST GUESS OF OUR YOUTH. THAT WAS STILL & EVER MUTUALLY SUFFICIENT CONNECTION ON THE SPIRITUAL & MENTAL LEVEL.

HE TOOK THE ENVELOPE IN HANDS & OPENED IT WITH THE SHARP KNIFE HE ALWAYS HAD IN HIS POCKET.

NIKOLYA KEPT SILENT FOR A MINUTE.

NIKOLYA PUT THE PAPERS BACK TO THE ENVELOPE & THEN HE PUT THE ENVELOPE ON THE TABLE.

HE TURNED ON THE TAPE & THE MUSIC SOUNDS, THE CARELESS WHISPER CREPT INTO THE ROOM. IT PLAYED THE FORGOTTEN MELODY OF YOUTH & NOSTALGY

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