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| By Светлана Губарева |
| Kunova, Svetlana |
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| Written by Екатерина Бугакова, племянница | ||||||||
| Вторник, 19 Августа 2008 | ||||||||
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Age
34, from
After
graduation she was sent to the TEhMP television factory. That same year she married, and on March
26th, 1992, her daughter Natalya Kunova was born. After finishing her work-study at the
factory, she found work as a senior consultant in one of the fashion boutiques
in One
must mention that Svetlana was very creative in raising her daughter, as well
as being a remarkable mother she was for Natasha like a girlfriend or an older
sister, and dedicated all her free time to her.
Svetlana and her daughter traveled overseas a lot, both on vacation and
in the dance troupe which Natalya joined.
Svetlana passed on not just her taste for fashion, but introduced her to
culture, bringing her along to the theater and concerts, to every possible art
exhibition. Everything was the basis of
10 year-old Natasha's education (for this was the age when Svetlana died). Who could dream that one day she would not
return from a visit to the theater.
We
have a large family, and Svetlana was literally one of the brightest, most
pure, and kindest of people, the kind whom they say is "a person with a
great big heart and soul". There
was never anyone whom she did not want to help or rescue from grief. She was very kind and affable, and everything
she set her mind to she finished with an "A+". No matter what difficulties in her life, she
knew how to conquer these, to make it through the hard times, and move ahead,
never looking back.For
our whole family those days have become the blackest and most terrible. It seemed that there were no forebodings, but
there were signs nonetheless. Several
days before the tragedy, Sveta had a strange dream. She told to no one what it was, but
afterwards she called all her friends and asked if anything bad had happened to
them. Then she assumed that something
bad had not happened to someone else, but was to happen to her. The second sign, to which she paid no
attention on that day, was her daughter's desire not to go to
"Nord-Ost". Natasha resisted
in every way possible, and tried to talk Svetlana out of going, but Svetlana
refused, because she wanted very much to take her loving daughter to that
musical. That
day Svetlana and her daughter became hostages of Chechen terrorists at
Dubrovka. Through some miracle Natasha
made it out - when they began to release the foreigners' children, Svetlana
handed her a cell phone and told her to go with the other children. A Chechen woman let the daughter go into the
corridor and out onto the street, almost undressed, without any outer clothing
and only in a blouse. A boy walked with
her down the hallway, and his mother unfortunately also died. Later Natasha called grandma and grandpa and
home, and they came and got her at the theater building on Dubrovka. They
say that time flies, but such a wound is impossible to heal. It has been six years since the day of her
death, the senseless and absurd death of our Sveta, but we will never cease
remembering her. Continuing to grow up
is Natasha, her daughter, for whom Sveta gave all, and who took from her mother
all the best. Yes, she is already 16,
and for the last six years she has lived without her MOTHER! Only Natasha knows how much she misses her
mother, but she holds on and is growing up a good girl to the joy of grandma
and grandpa. She gets good grades and
studies at the music, English, and art schools, and takes part in dance. We thank the Lord that she was not taken with
Sveta, and that Natasha is still with us, because it means that a little piece
of Svetlana still lives among us, bringing us joy and giving us the strength to
live on. I think that if Sveta were
still alive, she would be very proud.
By
Ekaterina Bugakova, her niece A
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