Nina Domricheva
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Glory To The Heroes
Growing up in Ukraine, I loved listening to my Gma. Her stories about World War II sounded so eventful. She was a teenager when the war started, but her memory held it all: explosions, hiding in a ditch with each air raid, and always being scared for her life. When German soldiers walked through their houses, picking up healthy girls for labor and taking people’s cows for food, she was hiding in fear.
By Nina Domrichevaa day ago in Humans
My Navigation To The Kitchen Faucet
I was hiding behind the kitchen wall, waiting for my Grandma to walk away. I needed to wash my hands one more time. I always washed my hands at least twice. Sometimes four times, sometimes six or even eight. I followed the unspoken rule that the number of my hand washes must be “EVEN.” That rule was a mental demand I could not escape; an order I must follow; a thought pulsating in my bloodstream. It was the capturer that enslaved my mind.
By Nina Domricheva3 months ago in Humans
The Knock That Shattered My World
As a bookworm, I read all the books on the shelf, both appropriate and not for my age. That morning, I woke up hoping to find a new story hiding in a paperback. Mom was heating water for tea, and there were still cookies left on the plate. The warm, sweet smell of shortbread made the kitchen feel cozy. Life was good! We felt peaceful. I was happy.
By Nina Domricheva5 months ago in Fiction
