Family, Personal, Leasure

To a real man

Jul 06, 2010, 12:39 pm

My husband Sasha called and asked what I was up to. I told him I was writing a post about him for my blog...

I don’t think he believed me and said, "You should have just put me on the BYuT electoral list last time."

Actually, there is a story behind this. I was in an extremely important meeting and my husband was waiting outside. One hour passed, two hours, three hours….He finally gave up and handed me a note that read: Please consider the possibility of including me in the BYuT electoral list...

That was at a time when nearly all my relatives and friends were in prison. Believe me, a deputy mandate wasn’t a luxury item, it was a means of self-preservation. I know this looks wild and unnatural – but such were the times.

I wrote on the note: "denied" and we never broached this topic again...

...A few days ago we celebrated Sash’s birthday. We were with family – it was comfortable, quiet and good...and for a moment I felt bad that I have spent so little time in recent years with my family, with my husband, with my daughter...

There are people (very few, unfortunately) who you can always rely on in the most difficult moments. You know that they’ll never betray you, they’ll never turn away, they’ll never judge. Such is my Oleksandr. And not because he’s my husband, but because he’s a real man – 120%.

We were once in the same detention facility in Lukianivka. It was clear that they threw my husband behind bars only because he was my husband. Back then this was a "crime". One night he and I were both being taken for questioning and we saw each other for just a moment, for just one breath. But for me this was enough. This gave me such a boost of energy, faith and courage that I felt I could endure and survive anything. It seems the prison administrators also sensed this because the next day Sasha was transferred to a prison in the Zhytomyr oblast. He handed me a note directly into the cell on which he wrote: "Don’t give up"...

A bit earlier, when I was working as the vice prime minister for energy issues, and my husband was already in prison (yes, Kuchma was very original back then), I received an invitation to attend the Viennese Ball in Mariyinsky Palace. It was from Kuchma. The invitation read: "Dear Yulia, we invite you and your husband to the ball..." Our ball took place behind bars...

Why am I writing all this? Just because. I’m grateful to my husband for simply being. I’m grateful that I have someone I can rely on. I’m grateful that in all these years he has not once said anything against me having dedicated my life not to my family...

I hope that you always have lots of people you can rely on, and that you can love for this...

And finally, here are a few photos from Sasha’s birthday party. Sorry for using this blog for personal reasons... ;-)

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