Here you are no more, Mom… You were my rock, my inspiration, and an endless source of love. Just yesterday, your voice filled our home with warmth, and today I’m trying to piece together all our memories: the taste of your borsch, the comfort of your hands, your kind smile. Thank you for every story by the soft glow of the lamp at night, for your patience as you taught me everything, and for the strength with which you weathered life’s storms. Your faith and wisdom live on in me and in every day I now cherish twice as much. May you rest in peace, Mom. I will keep you in my heart always and never let your love fade.

"I am grateful to have had such a caring and devoted Mama, who raised six children—three sons and three daughters. My Mama was the one who mended our torn socks, cooked for all of us on a humble stove, washed our clothes and bed linens by hand, and hung them to dry on long ropes in our backyard. She knelt in prayer with us on the front porch before sending us to a communist school, and during church services, she kept all six of us together on a single long bench. She will forever be remembered as a loving Mama who always put her family first." by Peter Kulakov

"So much of my childhood is wrapped in the summers I spent under her care. I can still see us walking those dusty roads in Zaoksky, her hand in mine, stopping by neighbors for eggs, milk, and fresh vegetables. But those walks were never just errands—they were little pilgrimages of kindness. At every doorstep, she offered more than a greeting; she offered warmth, wisdom, and time." by Daniel Romanov