The girl who wanted to sing E-Book

Liza Zaikina

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

With all my heart with God. Dedicated to my beloved parents, who always laughed at my unrealistic dreams, and were proud of me when they came true. Thank you for helping me to incarnate in this world and for the great love in my family, without which I would not be able to go through life. Dedicated to creative people who have a dream. To all those who do not know how to come to its realization, to all those who do not believe in themselves. God believes in you and he is with you. I would really like my story to help you. Dedicated to people who have achieved success in creativity. I study with you every day. Thanks! You serve as an incentive and give us to believe that everything is possible.

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Liza Zaikina

The girl who wanted to sing

The real story that changes the world

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

INTRODUCTION

With all my heart with God.

Dedicated to my beloved parents, who always laughed at my unrealistic dreams, and were proud of me when they came true. Thank you for helping me incarnate in this world and for the great love in the family, without which I could not go through life.

Dedicated to all creative people who have their own dream. To all those who do not know how to come to its realization, to all those who do not believe in themselves. God believes in you and he is with you. I would really like my story to help you.

Dedicated to people who have achieved success in their work. I am learning from you every day. Thanks! You serve as an incentive and make you believe that everything is possible.

Special thanks to Nick Vuychich for his motivational trainings and books Life Without Limits, Unstoppable, Be Strong, Love Without Limits, for his strong personality and big kind heart. Such bright people make a huge contribution to improving the world through goodness.

I am grateful to all the people who entered my story. When writing the book, some names will remain hidden, for the benefit of the fate of their carriers. I was lucky to meet you in my life and those meetings were nothing short of a life experience. You made me stronger and revealed the real feminine essence in me, the experience of a woman who constantly wanted to run away from herself and nevertheless took place.

Once upon a time, life turned out to be a real grief for me. Since childhood, I believed in God and knew that God expects something from me, in addition to loving him. God works in mysterious ways. I was lucky that God and my parents gave me a life in which I can develop and discover new things, but the pursuit of a better life sometimes seemed like a punishment to me. Born almost in a village, I had a large-scale thinking in relation to life and was very demanding of myself. My whole life has become a struggle with myself.

With this approach to life, being born in the small town of Gavrilov Posad with a population of about 6 thousand people is almost the main fatal mistake of my fate. Merchants once lived in it, there was a functioning stud farm founded by the decree of Ivan the Terrible, but at the time when I was born, there were only two schools, several five-story buildings and an eternal lack of jobs. The wars that took place, the 1990s, and other political turmoil destroyed the last chances for a normal life for people. Alcoholism in the city became a common occupation - people wanted to forget their problems and idleness.

Since childhood, I believed that everything in the world is possible, and did not assume that there are impossible things. I always said to myself: “They did it, but I!?” I spent hours thinking about it, sometimes just torturing my brain. Later, I realized that the secret of all achievements lies in the mind of a person and in the small steps that he took. If a friend told me: “Lisa, I want to buy a yacht,” it seemed to me that this was an easy target, and only then I realized exactly how things were. I have always supported people in their aspirations. As it turned out, burning together is possible only with people who strive to achieve goals. When I tried to pull along those who did not want it, as well as lazy people, helping them to become better, I made enemies for myself.

Born in the outback, I felt really comfortable in the company of successful and strong personalities. I realized this at the age of twenty-five, when I began to understand my desires and possibilities. Life in a wealthy family would explain to me the desire to buy a yacht like my neighbors, but for a person born in a simple family in a small town, in a house on the outskirts, the same dream was already understood as a strange act. Every day throughout my life, I got up in the morning and thought about how to earn a lot of money so that my parents and my future family would be happy. I understood that my path was lonely, because so many people with whom I started life could never understand me. I was different.

I had no choice to go the easy way and not develop. Firstly, life itself pushed me to development due to constant difficulties. In a small town there were no conditions for earning a decent living. Secondly, even having created a family in it and devoting all the time to it, as if the world around was empty, I understood that I would not be happy, because the main thing for me was an interest in knowing the world. Of course, being a mother is the greatest happiness for a woman, but what happiness will you give a child if there is sadness on your face and in your soul!?

At the beginning of my life I loved the world and God, twenty years later there was a test of sincerity and faith. I realized that God is the only one who has always been with me, who knows everything about me and my experiences, and I trusted him. I often lived thinking about strong people and their path, until I myself felt, did not understand from my own experience what this path is. There was no way to refuse, because only memories of the fate of other people remained behind.

I realized that the most important thing is spiritual development, knowledge and discovery of the real one. I have been deluded for so many years, listening to other people's stories, other people's desires. People are not worried about what exactly you want, their first answer to your dreams and desires is impossible. And as I grew up, I realized that I had nothing to talk about with such people, since they didn’t really achieve anything, and I can’t constantly hide my goals, and mutual insults will appear between us. I ran into a problem when some are no longer interesting, while others seem to be around, but they don’t accept you.

Often we do not know our desires. They are hidden at the very bottom of the soul and it is very difficult to understand what is in us. I always knew what I wanted from life, but how to get there, at first, was a mystery to me. I didn’t have professionally successful relatives who would help me along my path or even be able to suggest the right choice. I was washed up on different shores. But one day I met my guiding star - a soul mate, a meeting with which opened my inner light in me. I realized that there are people like me, and it became easier for me.

The writing of the book took place only on days of good mood, on other days, which were about the same, I was consumed by despair and depression. I was told that I probably have no goal, since I want to commit suicide. I understood how often we do not see and do not understand each other, only making guesses and throwing wood on the fire. My depressions began precisely because of the tremendous determination with which I was born. I could not reconcile with the fact that fate palmed me off, I fought, survived, and I wanted to be happy. Once for myself, I discovered the great secret of depression - if it came, thank God for it. Depression is a kind of message behind which personal growth is hidden. I stopped being afraid of her and with each new one, I tried to open myself in a new way. I began to rely more on intuition and listen to the heart.

Probably the worst thing is to wake up late, late to admit to yourself your failures. It is never too late to start living by your own rules, to be open and real. It is not too late to learn to listen to yourself, and when the inner voice is very clear, firm, then no one will be able to influence the decision made. I looked at the world and asked: “What do you want from me?”, But the world whispered, as always: “You yourself know.” I tried to see perfection in a dysfunctional situation. I fell in love even more with life, with every blade of grass, leaf, butterfly, which used to be a caterpillar.

World is not fair. And only nature knows what paradise is, she knows how to make a person happy. All the world's problems were created not by nature, not by God, but by people themselves, who gave freedom to develop a certain form of economy. We began to fight for territories, forgetting what damage we inflict on ourselves and the whole world, and that our home is that very world. We began to live, rejoicing in mortal sins, generating and multiplying them. And only the ten commandments of God continue to make a person happy. I will always respect living and deep people who do not beat on the sly, but have the spiritual strength to come up and help.

My beloved father often drove me on a motorcycle and wanted to teach me independence in this regard, as well as in life in general. I sat in front, took the wheel and tried to drive, and he backed up. On one of these training evenings, I saw a new very beautiful sky, a new sky for myself. We rode bicycles for very long distances, driving twenty kilometers to the mysterious lake. It has always been a revelation for me and, as it were, asked what I managed to do in the time that has passed since the last meeting with him.

In the book “The Girl Who Wanted to Sing,” I will tell you about my life, about the dream that I carried through time and cherished in my heart for many years, about falls, loneliness, despair and newfound faith. The book includes different periods of my life. I tried not to dramatize the events and removed the negative to the maximum, allowing me to miss quite important points that could scare the reader.

I would like the book to help people not only to strive for a dream, but also to realize it. Unfortunately, life often throws us insurmountable trials, but the most important thing is that you are not alone in your dream. God believes in you and in your dream. I also believe in you and in your dream. Together we are strong. Love you!

And now my story.

LOOK FROM CHILDHOOD

What is this world? At the age of three, my relatives brought me to the dacha to my grandmother Nina. Even then I wanted to answer this question and get to know the world better. Unnoticed by everyone, I went my own way, until my relatives realized they were looking for me. I also remember how she got into the mousetrap with her hands, and then screamed at the whole dacha, taking out her fingers, and, of course, I wanted to know everything.

I was born in the most beautiful and largest house, but almost on the outskirts of the city of Gavrilov Posad. On one side was an endless field, always filled with life and freedom. On the other - the eternal race of people for survival in the dashing 90s. Near our house, perhaps, all kinds of trees of the Russian land were planted. Our large family included mom and dad, me and my sister, two grandparents. At the head of the house was a woman - Fay's grandmother. We kept livestock and had several plots of land.

The house was built by grandfather, as soon as he received land for construction. Subsequently, he also built a cottage. He was the famous and most beautiful football player in our city. He was invited to play in Moscow, offering an apartment, a car and all the amenities, but Faya's grandmother delivered an ultimatum - either family or football. He chose to stay by her side in the name of love. So that life would not be boring, every day throughout his life he attached something to the house, broke it down and built it again. He always wore a cap, with a pencil behind his ear, in order to measure everything to the millimeter before knocking with a hammer. It can be said that he put his whole soul into the house. He could spend hours sweeping the yard until it was perfectly clean.

Grandmother Faya was the director of the largest clothing factory in the city and a person with a big soul. She often traveled on business trips, and not only in nearby cities, but also in many cities of Russia, she is remembered to this day. She taught many to sew and work, changing the fate of people for the better, so that in a year people would keep a good memory of her. She was a very strong woman who charged with light, energy and love for life everything that was nearby. Thanks to her, the whole house was always shrouded in great love and was famous for its generous feasts. Very often important people of our city came to our house, who liked my angelic appearance. Every day, I received many compliments addressed to me. In the end, at best, I began to hide, and at worst, to spit.

My father Sergei did not like his job at the factory and always wanted to start his own business. Before starting a family, he went to Moscow, but returned when Fay's grandmother fell ill. He even entered the Moscow Institute, which he had to quit. Now he does not consider this a mistake, because he has us, his beloved people. At the factory, he understood that he was only ruining his health, so he went in for sports every day and wanted to escape from himself, because at some point in his life everything spun in such a way that he couldn’t unravel it. The small town did not give him opportunities to realize his potential. At the age of twenty-five, he assembled his first car from scratch and sold it, and it would seem that he could continue in the same spirit and become more successful than Henry Ford, but life threw up trials in order to survive, and often only enough strength to work at the factory. Even at the age of eighteen, he sewed his own clothes and thanks to this he always dressed fashionably. He was a real prince from a girl's dream, since everyone in the city lived much worse.

My mother Lena comes from a simple family, her mother Nina was a hard worker, but her father liked to drink and rage. Mom set herself the goal that her husband would be the best man in the world and the children would never know how their father drinks. But not everything was so simple in the story of Cinderella and the prince. Grandmother was very afraid to take a simple girl as a bride for her son, but their love melted all her doubts. My mother is the most beautiful, kind, caring. Dad has the same qualities, so they couldn't help but notice each other one day in a crowd.

I have a sister Katya. She is five years older than me. We are completely different. She looks like her grandmother's relatives, she has a chiseled figure in them. I went to grandfather with golden hair and blue eyes. My favorite morning activity was reading the Bible with my sister. She read, I just sat next to her and peered at the pictures. I already understood everything about God at the age of two. It was one of the best childhood moments when my sister and I studied the Bible. God occupied every place in my heart. Our great-grandfather was a priest, which of course was passed down with the genes. There were many icons in our house, and there was a very strong icon of the Kazan Mother of God. On her holiday, November 4, I was born. It so happened that the name that was intended for me in advance was also indicated on the birthday on the fourth day. Since then, on November 4 , I celebrated my birthday, name day and a big Christian holiday, and now also National Unity Day.

Most of all, as a child, I loved spending time with my mother, and when she did not go well with work or she was sick, to the point that she went to the hospital, I always told her: “Don’t cry, mommy, I love you so much.” My mother always admired my kind heart and strong character. I was so sad when my mother got upset because of problems at work. I always wanted to give her the strength of my character so that she would not worry about the little things. I am grateful to God for the best father and the best mother and for the fact that he did not create people for loneliness at all, creating family ties.