Author: ebonyandcrows

Hello and welcome to my page~ My name is Larisa--a very common Slavic name that was either derived from the Latin word hilaris, meaning "cheerful," or from the Greek city of Larissa, meaning "strong fortress." Born in Ukraine, I emigrated with my family to America when I was still a small child and now make my home in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Growing up immersed in two vastly differing cultures led me to have a burning curiosity about people all over the world. Stemming from said curiosity, I have fallen in love with traveling to other countries, meeting new people and delving into their culture, exploring new cities, and of course, dining on the local cuisine! If I cannot escape into a different country, then my next favorite method of adventure is to lose myself in a spectacular book. I enjoy books of all genres--from fiction and novels, to biographies and ethnographies. As long as it captures my fancy and holds me spellbound the entire time, I will burn through the book like a forest fire! Because of this penchant for reading and travel, coupled with my love of deep and mysterious things, I have been often called a dreamer and I find the title suits me. With that being said, I invite you to stay a while, perhaps make yourself a cup of tea and linger through my posts and feel free to comment or share a thought :-)

26 thoughts on “Плакала”

        1. Yes ☺️ I was born in Ukraine and immigrated to America with my family when I was 1 and 1/2yo. We grew up speaking Ukrainian in the home, so I can speak/understand/read/write (badly) Ukrainian/Russian. I think in English though.

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            1. It was definitely an eventful move. When we were younger, we’d ask our parents and oldest siblings to recount all the history that played out during the Great Migration of Slavic people eagerly making their way to America as soon as the Soviet Union opened the borders for migration.

              My parents and some of my siblings have been back to visit, but I haven’t. I’ve never had a desire to visit my home country, I always pick other countries in Europe or the Middle East to travel to. Although everyone whose been back absolutely loved their visit.

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              1. There must be a million stories, and some of them so emotional… I can imagine you and your siblings wanting to hear them over and over again, soaking them up, absorbing them. I’m sure if the feeling ever takes you to want to go back you will follow that feeling. Thank you for sharing this

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                1. I just realized I wrote “migration” instead of immigration 🤣 Ahh oh well, I guess we were a great flock of geese migrating to America 😅

                  The stories my parents and older siblings tell of the entire move is actually one of joy, adventure, and excitement. En route to America, all Slavic people stopped in Rome for about 3 months and lived in hotels all across the city that were sponsored by churches there, (my sister that was born right after me was born in Rome during this time) before making the final trek to America. It was all a part of history—coming in through Ellis Island, being sponsored, being sent all over the USA according to where your sponsor lived, etc.

                  I think one day I will have the desire to reconnect with my roots, but tbh, I grew up immersed in such a Ukrainian culture here in America, I felt like I’ve had Ukraine all my life. Both Ukraine and America, so that’s probably why I never really wanted to go check more of it out.. 🤷🏻‍♀️

                  Thank you for letting me share a little bit of my history with you, my lovely Rachel ♥️

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                  1. That is such an amazing and rich story – your parents made that journey with such young children and your mum heavily pregnant. That is pretty incredible your sister was born in that 3 month stay in Rome!! I love it that their stories are filled with adventure. Gosh, I find myself wanting to hear more of these stories too. It is me that needs to thank you for sharing this part of your history, you have me enraptured by it! ❤️

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                    1. I love your enthusiasm to my history—it is so infectious!

                      On top of that, the sibling that was born in Rome was the 11th child born to my parents. My mother had 5 more children in America. I promised myself I would not reveal this on my blog (how many siblings I have) but here I go, breaking my own promises 🤭

                      Yes, it was as adventurous growing up with such a large passel of children as you are probably imagining ☺️😉

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                    2. Larisa, you never cease to amaze me!! You have such grace and beauty, and such an incredible life story. I can only imagine what it was like to grow up in a family with that many brothers and sisters… I’m sure it’s had it’s pros and cons, but oh my…. I can’t help but feel envious. Your parents must have been such family oriented people, and I imagine you and your siblings were all part child part parent part sibling part friend part enemy – and some of you more or less of those things than others. Never a dull moment, I’m sure. Gosh, this tugs at my heart strings. I’ll stop, before I never do!!! ❤️❤️❤️.

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                    3. Rachel, I seriously love you ♥️💋😍

                      Thank you! Your kindness goes a long way, you don’t even know.

                      I am so touched you enjoyed my history as much as you did—with it being mine all my life, I don’t know anything different, so it is simply another day in the life of. You know?

                      I adore my family. I didn’t realize how deeply my siblings and I were intertwined until my sisters that were closest to me got married (4 of them in the span of one year) and moved away. I didn’t expect the heartbreak that followed, I really didn’t. That actually was probably the catalyst for some of the darkest years of being my life that ensued. There was a series of events that took place very shortly after the last sister (closest to me) moved out, and i spiraled deep into darkness. I’m still working my way out of it, years later.

                      I could tell you stories upon stories upon stories, and like you, I’ll never stop. I remember changing my first diaper—I wasn’t even old enough to go to kindergarten yet, but I begged my mom to let me change my sisters diaper (the one born right after me) and my mom was like “sure, go ahead.” I was so excited to be doing a real live grown up thing—imagine my disappointment when I put the diaper on backwards. I was a little crushed because I had so wanted it to be perfect. My mom reassured me it was totally okay and she left it on backwards lol. I remember this vividly. In fact, my earliest memories go back to when we were in Rome—I know this due to a photo that corresponds with a memory of mine. Anyway, let me climb off my soap box and stop waxing eloquent about myself lol. Rachel, you must’ve read the book “How to Win Friends and Influence People” because you have me spilling all kinds of memories and things I told myself I’d not reveal! Haha ☺️

                      But seriously, thank you. You will have to share your history with me too, it is only fair 💐

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                    4. Im so sorry, I didn’t see this when I responded to the next part of this thread! The love is mutual dear friend ❤️. I can only imagine the depth of those connections, and what it must have felt like to have your elder sisters leave… and then not be around during those dark times… there is nothing like the bond of your family. The age span of you all must be quite large as well – I mean between youngest and eldest.

                      As for me… I am the eldest of three, by quite a few years, but if you looked at my family tree you would see wayward branches going off every which way, lots of step this and step that etc. I was such a mum to my younger brothers, I did everything for them and still feel guilty that I left home to go to university when they were still preteens. I was always so fiercely protective of them, and like you have memories of changing bottoms and other such things! There is much I could tell and some of it not the happiest I’m afraid. Some of it amazing too….

                      As for that book!!! You are the sweetest! But no, I have never read that. I just find people’s lives so fascinating, what shapes them, the experiences they’ve had… I could immerse myself in it, and I’ve always been a bit that way. In books and movies, it’s always the characters and their stories that will draw me in.

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                    5. Thank you for sharing your history with me. I too am so fascinated by the lives people lead, and what made them the way they are, etc. I love to sit and people watch and wonder at all the secrets people keep while they simply walk on by. We are swimming amongst entire universes inside people and often times are completely unaware of it.

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        1. In the song, the narrator is a woman and a mother, and she sings about getting out of an abusive relationship. Плакала means “cry,” or more accurately “was crying.” The opening lines begin with her saying that she is turning away from his arrows, and she will remain whole. And it follows along in that vein.

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