Thank you Sofia :)

Woah, thank you to my lovely friend Sofia for made this picture to me. You're super talented! Keep on drawing :) :) :)  

Happy Birthday Mummy :)

Happy Birthday Mummy! 

You became more mature in just one year today. And words can't describe how flawless you are.
I remember when I was that little girl, I looked at you, and all I wanted is to be like you. -- To be so beautiful, smart, honest, fearless, perfect to me and I still want it.
I think you are the greatest present from GOD to me. Your heart is full of kindness. Your eyes are full of tender. Your smile is full of happiness.
 I remember how I sang my first song in the kindergarten for you. I was so nervous. And you looked at me so lovely. I will never forget those eyes. You hugged me then and said "You're my talented daughter". And that moment stayed in my head. When I fall down, I always remember these words, they make me believe in myself.
You and I have always been really close. You have always been the friend that was always there. There were times when I had no one to play with me or talk with me.But you were always my friend. Always. - Thank you Mummy!
 I know I'm a teenager, and as a normal teenager I can do something I shouln''t do. I can say something I shouldn't say. Please forgive me if I ever hurt you. I do love you with all my heart.
 Every child’s sweetest dream is having a sweet mother like you. I am lucky to live my dreams.
 I wish that all your dreams and wishes come true. I am also praying for a long, happy and healthy life for you. You are and always will be the first woman who I love the most.
You are the role model of my life and a spring of inspiration for me. May God bless you with all the happiness in the world on your birthday and forever. Happy birthday Mum! Thank you for being an amazing mother and my best friend and for standing by me and going with me through everything.
You have always been there for me no matter what and I am so grateful every day for the lessons you have taught me and the unconditional love you have given me. I love you so much!
 Happy Birthday!!!

Here's my little present for you. I know you've been asking me to sing that Russian song by Alla Pugacheva. I think it's time to sing it . So, here's the present -- Your favorite song by your favorite singer. Hope you enjoy this Mummy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JyukkfC6Xc

Ronan

C'mon baby with me we're gonna fly away from here...You were my best four years :'(

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CS7JrI-JPOc

Algeria

About three weeks ago 10th and 11th grades visited Akmola Camp where were imprisoned and worked the wives of political prisoners. It is situated not far from Astana. (Astana is a capital of my country.)

"Algeria" - Akmola Сamp for the Wives of Political Traitors. The women called it in Russian ALZHIR as the  letters meant words: АЛЖИР - Акмолинский Лагерь Жён Изменников Родины. The 17th women's camp a special unit of the Karaganda forced labor Camps. ALGERIA was one of the largest camps of the Soviet women, one of the three islands, "The Gulag Archipelago." The opening of the camp was held in early 1938 on the basis of the 26th township labour settlement as a forced labor camp "P-17".

In the camp there were special conditions, in particular, has been banned every kind of correspondence, parcels. There was a special ban on work in the fields, but most women with the "necessary" camp professions still worked in the specialty. Most sick people, children and the elderly were working on sewing and embroidery factories.

Musicians, poets, teachers were engaged in agricultural fields, as well as a part-time job at a construction site.

The early years of the camp, were the worst for the prisoners. Anguish, hard work, a strange life - all this made life particularly excruciating.

In this camp were such famous people - Lisician Mary Vartanovna, Messerer-Plisetskaya, Rachel M., Satz, Natalia Ilyinichna Serbin, Ksenia Nikolaevna Solomyanskaya, Leah Lazarevna, Peters, Antonina Zakharovna.

The worst thing, especially for me, as I couldn't even hear about that, that the mothers were separated from their young children for years.

In 1953, the 17th branch KarLag Akmola camp was closed.

And there are some pictures from this trip.

Picture symbolizing pigeons trying to break free. Anyone of them could fly, others couldn't. The same story of a prisoner of Algeria.

Some portraits of Algerian women prisoners.

 

The Wall, where written women's surnames of those who had passed the horrors of the camp.

Each of us, began to look for namesakes or relatives. I did not find Fogelgesang, but found the last name of my grandmother. :)

And one name that I could not walk by. This last name is Anderson.

Clothing women prisoners camp.

 A symbol of   unfreedom.

Bus.

Algeria outside.

Life goes on... Smile :)