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Shalbanova, Lyudmila
Written by Шалбановы Алена и Андрей, дети   
Суббота, 25 Июль 2009

Age 55; from Moscow, Russia


1Mom was born on October 12, 1947.  Exactly two weeks before her loss we celebrated her birthday.

Mom was always very bright person. You do not meet many people who are so much in love with life and radiate it with all their heart.  There were always a lot of people around her, whom she warmed with her special heat.  She was always smiling, and always ready to assist.  She met difficulty and adversity with a smile.

‘Mamulya' was also very artistic: she sang and danced operettas, played piano, and adored theatrical productions.  No holiday went by without the performance of her songs.

Mom was the leader of her friends, and always generating new ideas and organizing their materialization.  Once she and her friend Olya (together they went to that ill-fated show, and together never returned) decided to learn to drive at age 50!

Even the most restless child would be envious of Mom's boundless energy.  She was successful in everything she tried her hand at.  She was able to work, raise a family, attend school, and entertain.  And she was an excellent hostess.

Our lives turned upside down with Mom's loss.  We will never forget those terrible days of waiting, when time stood still, for us, and many, many others.

When my brother and I were small it seemed to us, as perhaps it does to all children, that Mom would always be there, that she would never grow old and never leave us.  Now it is as if we stand naked before the wind.  Never more can we to press ourselves against her bosom and tell her of our woes, never more to hear her soft, kind voice.  We can no longer share our triumphs, hear her praise, and see the happiness and pride in her eyes.


Now Mom's portrait hangs at home with these verses:


I do not believe in premonitions, nor am I

Superstitious.  I do not run from

Slander or poison. There is no death in this world:

All are immortal.  All are immortal. There is no need

To fear death at age seventeen

Or seventy.  There is only reality and light,

There is no darkness, no death in this world.

We are already at the seashore,

And I select the nets,

To catch immortality when it passes by.


Written by Alena Shalbanova and Andrei Shalbanov, her children.

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