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Alexandra Shmeleva

@alexandra_shmeleval

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Applying three degrees and corporate-level strategy to my current role as CEO of
“4 model household”
Hobby: nannying kids of other CEOs👩‍🍼

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People say it’s impossible to change others. But I know the way: change yourself🙂

#withoutfilters #horses #oldmoney #love #nature #лошади #power #freedom by @alexandra_shmeleval

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2 years ago

10 facts about me, but 1 is false. Guess which one🙂
1. I love adventures
2. My grandpa was provided with a company car and a personal driver
3. 2 years of my childhood I spent in Ethiopia, where my parents had been working
4. My first Nokia I earned promoting Coca-cola at the Red Square
5. I always dreamed of being a mom of 6
6. I can play guitar and piano
7. In the UK I was not allowed to drive a tractor because I drove in the right (oncoming in GB) lane on the first day
8. When the accident happened at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant, I was 100 km far from it
9. I left a Buddha figurine on a restaurant table in Monaco to be back there again
10. I had the highest marks at school during first 10 years and the last year I moved and lowered 5 marks because… I forgot Russian) by @alexandra_shmeleval

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Было 5 часов утра, когда, досматривая очередной сон, я почувствовала резкий запах растворителя.  “Это точно Любава”, - подумала я. “Красит ногти что-ли… Или рисует… 5 утра! Спит?!? В комнате с таким запахом? Ей не плохо? О чем она думает?!?” Спросонья я разозлилась и растревожилась одновременно. Вскочила, в одно мгновенье открыла дверь в Любавину комнату… На меня налетел вихрь свежего воздуха из распахнутого окна, в которое солнце нежно бросало свои первые робкие лучи. Передо мной была картина. Большой, невероятной красоты натюрморт. Ещё вчера его здесь не было…  В маленькой ручке моей дочки была кисточка а рядом палитра с масляными красками. Неужели это они? Неужели они, в тандеме, создали эту красоту?  Закрыв лицо руками, я заплакала

It was 5 a.m. As I drifted through the last moments of a dream, a sharp smell of paint thinner pulled me awake.
It has to be Lyubava, I thought. Is she painting her nails? Or painting pictures again? At five in the morning? Is she even sleeping? In a room that smells like this? Isn’t she feeling sick? What on earth is she thinking?
Still half asleep, I felt irritation and worry rush over me at the same time. I jumped out of bed and, within seconds, pushed open the door to Lyubava’s room.
A wave of fresh morning air swept in through the wide-open window, where the sun was gently sending its first shy rays into the room.
And then I saw it.
A breathtaking still life stretched across the canvas. It hadn’t been there the day before.
In my daughter’s tiny hand was a paintbrush. Beside her sat a palette covered in oil paints.
Could it really be them?
Could they, together, have created something so beautiful?
I covered my face with my hands… and cried by @alexandra_shmeleval

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3 months ago

#105
We all come from childhood.
And in my childhood there was a man
whose love for me was tremendously strong.
He had nice blue eyes and a big big belly. Every morning I used to run to his room where he was laying on his feather bad and jump on the bed and on his belly. Then we were starting the “Cities” game where every last letter was becoming first for a new city.
I knew not so big number of cities and once we went to a book store and bought a big global map for me.

We hung it above my bed and every night before going to bed I went on a journey to distant countries and cities.

We had 2 favourite stores where I could buy everything I wanted: that book store and a discount store.

There was a cult of education in our family. So if I wanted any book - I could buy it. There were also small calendars in that book store and step by step I made a collection of them. Till now book stores make me feel very happy.

In the discount store I bought a lot of different very interesting items:
wooden toy cockerel, 100 multicolored plastic bracelets (really 100! I still remember that the price for 1 was 1 kopeck), nice earrings with granite stones. Once grandpa bought me a robe. The robe was exactly for a girl like me: it was white with some blue stripes with flowers. It was rather long and the sleeves were wide, like wings.
I came home and took a bath. In the middle of the day. After I put on my robe. It was summer time. I was brushing my wet long hair catching the sun and grandfather took his camera and started taking pictures. He liked to take pictures. In the evening our kitchen and bathroom were real laboratories for producing photographs. Somehow he could see the best shots, put them to special paper and… voila… all our dining table was full of pictures. In the morning I took a special cutter to make the edges of those pictures more nice.
(See comments for more) by @alexandra_shmeleval

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Как умиленье то, как бьётся моё сердце…
В таких моментах хочется съесть тебя by @alexandra_shmeleval

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10 months ago

In quiet moment of prayer, the world softens 🙏❤️🥹 by @alexandra_shmeleval

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Today, all 11th-graders in Russia wrote their final essays for the Unified State Exam. Is my Lev really that grown up already? Forward and only forward, my son! If something is wrong - just try again /// Сегодня все 11классники России писали допуск к ЕГЭ: итоговое сочинение. Неужели мой Лев уже такой взрослый… Вперёд и только вперёд, сынок! by @alexandra_shmeleval

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And the youngest was still not there/// А что было бы, если бы с нами был Семён 🤪😀😅
#mylifebelikeoohahh by @alexandra_shmeleval

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One time, I conducted a little survey among people I know. I asked them to message me honestly and list what they saw as my positive qualities and my negative ones. And you know what several people listed as negative traits? **Selflessness** and **trustworthiness**! Can you believe it?! These days, it somehow seems to be the consensus that kind people are naive, weak, or even foolish. If you help others without any personal gain, if you believe in honesty and sincerity, you risk being labeled a pushover or a simpleton.
But you can be kind and still not let people walk all over you! You can help others without losing yourself in the process!
The truth is, it’s far more difficult to be kind than it is to be cynical. Kindness requires inner strength because the world doesn’t always reciprocate. But that doesn’t make it pointless.
True kindness isn’t about blind trust; it’s a conscious CHOICE.

Kindness is not foolishness. It is courage. It’s the strength to retain your humanity in situations where others would become hardened. by @alexandra_shmeleval

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Рубрика: пение в машине. Кто со мной? /// Singing in the car. Who is with me?
Playlist for today:
1. Blizkey «Горы»
2. Миша Марвин и Ханна «Французский поцелуй»
3. Bill Withers “Ain’t no sunshine”
4. Rummstein “Mutter” by @alexandra_shmeleval

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My heart doesn’t beat in my chest. It runs around in four pairs of sneakers, laughing, arguing, and leaving crumbs on the sofa. It whispers secrets in the dark, leaves handprints on the windows, and has four completely different, magnificent ways of saying «I love you, Mom.»
This isn’t a life of quiet perfection. It’s a symphony of beautiful, glorious noise.
And I am its happiest, most grateful conductor.

#family #love #4children #model #happiness by @alexandra_shmeleval

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How I Almost Became a Vulture Buffet
Well, I probably won’t go on vacation this year, so let’s remember what happened last year.

So, there we were —majestic mountains, fresh air, and me, a brave adventurer (or so I thought). Everything was perfect… until we started quickly go up and down, up and down. Maybe it was the mountains sickness, or maybe my body just hates joy. Either way, I felt not so good.

I figured, ”You know what fixes everything? A nice nap.” So Bagavudin gave me a small pillow and a rag, girls and him went for a new adventure and I sprawled out on a grass like a dramatic Victorian poet, ready to sleep off my misery. It was amazing: to lay on the grass and look to the sky. I prayed with tears and closed my eyes. But just as I was drifting into dreamland, I heard it—a faint *whoosh-whoosh* above me.

I cracked one eye open.

Vultures.

Three of them, circling like I was the main course at an all-you-can-eat dead guy buffet.

Now, I’m no wildlife expert, but I’ve seen enough nature documentaries to know: when vultures start doing lazy loops over your head, they’re not just admiring your beauty.

Panic set in.

I shot upright and started flailing my arms, yelling, **”I’M STILL ALIVE, YOU FEATHERED GRAVE ROBBERS!”** Then, just to really sell it, I began jumping up and down like a man possessed.
I a couple of minutes the other group of tourists came to that place and my life was definitely saved.

The moral is: always pray before sleeping taken in Гуниб by @alexandra_shmeleval

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