Oleksandr Matvyeyev
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Hello
I am an actor and a writer. I began to write when the pandemic began back in March of the year 2020 when I crossed the South of the US on my bicycle and went home to Ukraine for four months. The longest I've been there since I left.
Stories (14)
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the Nature of no of control
It was a rather mysterious morning at the Coldspring, quiet even, Only Fresh air brought by the wind from an endless lake Livingston caressed the nearby trees. This unusually peaceful place gave me time to rest in solitude, simply wrapped by its green-grey beauty and stillness. I needed to keep going, the weather in a place like this could be whimsical I thought, besides I made a promise to myself to be in Houston today.
By Oleksandr Matvyeyev5 years ago in Humans
Out of control
It was a rather mysterious morning at the Coldspring, quiet even, Only Fresh air brought by the wind from an endless lake Livingston caressed the nearby trees. This unsually peaceful place gave me time to rest in solitude, simply wrapped by its green grey beauty and stillness. I needed to keep going, the weather in a place like this could be whymsical I thought, besides I made a promise to myself to be in Houston today.
By Oleksandr Matvyeyev5 years ago in Humans
