Olya Aman

Joined May 2021

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My pen is the finest instrument of amazement, entertainment, motivation and enjoyment, chasing each other across pages.

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Struggles of a Marriage With a Special Needs Child
My cousin Sveta and her husband Kostya loved each other very much. The history of their relationship was simple and unpretentious. They met at the birthday of a common acquaintance and immediately felt a mutual attraction and got married almost right away.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Families
My First Encounter With Death and How My Mom Explained It To Me
My mother and I approach the house in silence. Her sharp movements, the way she opens the door loudly ringing her keys, her strained back - this all promises an unpleasant conversation.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Psyche
He Had Given Me a Great Desire to Live, a Great Longing to Love
I was blind, unthinking, mechanical, yawning my head off. Then I met a fellow-sufferer, and we fell in love. My mind used to be like a day of clouds and rain, ghastly and dark. He cleared my sky and brought the sun into my life. He showed me the courage in every step, the beauty in every moment of repose, and humor in a clumsy retreat.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Humans
Never Guessed This Easy Self-Love Formula Could Change My Friend's Life
I met Natasha when I was in hospital as a child, on some trifling issue with my collarbone. We got together somehow. The simplicity and cheerfulness of her nature was the best recommendation for me. Natasha was always disposed to chatter, and I loved to listen to her stories. So, when she invited me to snatch a meal at her parents' house on one of the weekends, I agreed with delight.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Humans
Only Her Parents' Death Could Teach Her This Simple Truth
Let us be acquainted with my childhood friend Marta. She is my noble and generous friend. Noble not by birth but by her personal qualities, virtues of the heart. Our strange friendship started in the first grade and ended in the 8th… to be renewed with the boldness, freedom, and maturity of womanhood.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
Your Lips Bleed in Painful Admiration When You Read These Books
Advice from a genius writer whose masterpieces the world still awaits to see. The luxury of this conversation is sublime. I'm not afraid to see my face mapped with roads and rivers that only time and life challenges can draw. Each line should present vivid proof of my intelligent vivacity. I'm not afraid to get old with questions I ask myself and others. I'm eager to acquire an expression of irresistible attraction that comes with wise choices made, love shared, and compassion given.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Geeks
Know the Difference Between Distractive Loneliness and Desired Solitude
My kind of loneliness rather aggravated than relieved the gloom of my life. I stole cautiously towards my secluded bench in the middle of a little island of sunflowers in their utmost bloom and richness of color. One would be almost invisible amongst those kingly looking plants with their golden crowns and massive leaves.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
She Prophesied My Death, and I Stopped to Fear
Love I used to be a cheerful girl who was rushing into childish sorrow and joy, both with the same zeal. I got strongly carried away and stoically endured failures. I got sick with many childhood illnesses in succession: broke my arm in a skating rink, fell through the frail April ice one time, and once almost died from anaphylactic shock.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Humans
Happy Memories Last a Lifetime If You Know This Simple Truth
The snow was deep, the morning was happy, and the planned activity for the day was the most cheerful. A nearby forest was a place for kids' games and enchanted stories about hidden treasures. The kids from the entire village gathered their sleds, skis, and simple hunks of plastic (those were the best things to sled down the main hill) and met at the designated place.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Families
Become a Sweet Killer Each Time You Converse With a Person
You must possess a great deal of inner strength to fight for your true essence. I experienced the poison of my own personality reflected and redirected at me when I was eight.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Humans
I Found Gratitude in the Thrashed Around Pieces of My World
I was armed at all points. It was a pleasure to be so completely equipped for the life battle with my gratitude weapons being polished steel.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Humans
My Child Is a King, Not a Source of Pleasure and Self-Expression
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do… but how much love we put in that action. - Mother Teresa A family is a spiritual experience for me and my child
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Families

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Struggles of a Marriage With a Special Needs Child

My First Encounter With Death and How My Mom Explained It To Me

He Had Given Me a Great Desire to Live, a Great Longing to Love

Never Guessed This Easy Self-Love Formula Could Change My Friend's Life

Only Her Parents' Death Could Teach Her This Simple Truth

Your Lips Bleed in Painful Admiration When You Read These Books

Know the Difference Between Distractive Loneliness and Desired Solitude

She Prophesied My Death, and I Stopped to Fear

Happy Memories Last a Lifetime If You Know This Simple Truth

Become a Sweet Killer Each Time You Converse With a Person

I Found Gratitude in the Thrashed Around Pieces of My World

My Child Is a King, Not a Source of Pleasure and Self-Expression

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