Thursday, September 03, 2020

My Story BEFORE The Story ~ Irina Vladimirovna Kotva ~ Her Shining Eyes by Jeanette Morris

Help me! Somebody, please…
I’m writing from Russia, the city of Samara on the Volga River. And there has been a terrible, horrible mistake. I’m sitting in a dingy classroom in an old boarding school (better known as an orphanage) somewhere far from the city center where I live. Or maybe I should say, where I used to live. Now I’m not sure about that, or about anything.

I definitely don’t belong HERE. But for a reason I can’t explain or understand, three days ago a rude woman marched me away from my mother and brought me here on the tram. A policeman was there too. I will never forget the look on Mama’s pale face, or her last words to me: “Forgive me, Irochka.” Forgive her for what?

My formal name is Irina Vladimirovna Kotova. But just Irina will do. If you come to rescue me, just say you are looking for the Irina with the violin, and someone will know who you mean. Not that my violin is doing me much good anymore. There are no musicians here or anyone who appreciates culture, manners, or friendship. I have to get out. I just have to.

You see, not long ago, I lived a rather nice, normal life. We had a nice flat. My mother wore stylish clothes and my father was the concert master in the Philharmonic. I attended school at the pension and studied violin with a prestigious instructor. We were happy. But what I didn’t see coming was the end of our country—the USSR. I was too young to understand what had happened, and how everything was ruined. Now that I’m fourteen, I see it now—but I still don’t see why I was taken from my mother. She has been sick, but is that a crime? It wasn’t her fault my father died. I still went to school. Usually there was something to eat every day.

I’m trying to get up the nerve to go to the office of the boarding school director and ask him when my mother will come for me. But so far, I’ve been too afraid. I’m not the most outgoing of girls. And he’s often preoccupied, even angry, rushing here and there, barking orders to the staff. He doesn’t have time for the likes of me.

Oy! Here comes the teacher. She is late and will blame the public transport, as do most Russians. I must pretend to pay attention, even though the lessons are far below my level. If you get this letter and can come to rescue me, take bus 47 to the Chirimshanskaya stop. Cross the street and ask anyone to direct you to the boarding school. Or, just follow the first child who looks as if nobody cares about them.

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        My Story Title:   Her Shining Eyes                   

        My Story Genre:  YA Historical

       My Story Releases:   September 2019
                                   Happy Anniversary

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The Author of My Story:    Jeanette Morris









Jeanette Morris  is a freelance writer/editor, traveler, fisherwoman, missionary to Russia, wife, mother, grandmother, friend, voracious reader, and slow-but-sure knitter. In my second-half adventure, I'm writing novels, exploring the world, trying to stay fit and healthy, and letting go of past labels and failures. It may be my "golden years," but I believe the best is ahead. My story is still being written!


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The author would also be willing to giveaway a Kindle ebook of Her Shining Eyes or a signed paperback copy to anyone stateside.

DRAWING TO BE HELD WEDNESDAY EVENING ~ Sept 9, 2020

7 comments:

  1. Welcome Jeanette Morris and her character, Irina!
    What an exciting character.
    May your week at journeystojoy.net be one of blessings!

    Enjoy!

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  2. Thank you for inviting Irina (and me) to Journeys to Joy. I'm looking forward to sharing with your subscribers.

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  3. WOW...I'm also Vladimirovna :) only Natalya. My best friend is Irina.
    It's fascinating to read about the country you were born in <3

    THANK YOU for sharing!

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    1. Здравствуйте Наталья Владимировна!

      Did you live there in the 1990s? Irina's life collapses along with the USSR. But what happens to restore both the people and the country was only by the grace of God working through believers. Let me know if I managed to make the story authentic to the time and place. And thank you for your comment!

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  4. Hi Jeanette, I'm excited for you book and it sounds like what I'd love to pick up and read. My roots are from Ukraine (my grandfather) so my interest is always piqued when I see something to read from that area of the world. I wish you the best with your continued writing endeavors.

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    1. Thank you, Becky! I also find Eastern Europe fascinating (as well as puzzling). I do hope you enjoy my story.

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  5. CONGRATULATIONS, BECKY VAN VLEET!

    YOU ARE THE WINNER OF JEANETTE'S HER SHINING EYES!

    PLEASE private message me on FB with your snail mail addy! I will see that Jeanette will get it and get your book out to you!

    Thanks so much for commenting.

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