In short, I am one of those women who always carries something for the soul in her bag — a book, a fragrant lipstick or a small note with a thought that inspired me. I love life in its quiet forms: warm tea on the windowsill, mornings when my son laughs at his inventions, and evenings when the world finally slows down.
I used to live in Ukraine, in the city of Kharkiv, but circumstances led me to move to Norway. Here, among silence and clean air, I am learning a new chapter of myself.
I work as a beautician — and for me it is not just care, but the art of touching a woman’s confidence. I see the difference between a face “before” and a soul “after,” when she leaves lighter. I love creating this lightness with my hands, words and energy.
I have my little “weaknesses”: I can linger near a shelf with Pelevin’s books, stop to smell flowers, dream of Japan not for photos but for the silence that lives there. One day I want to stand under cherry blossoms and feel how peaceful the world can be.
Simple things make me happy: the smell of the sea, a horse that listens to my voice, my son’s warm hands, walks without a route, music that feels like breathing, and people who seek meaning in kindness. I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I love a body that serves me honestly and people who live with an open heart. What matters to me is not loudness, but purity — in thoughts, words and relationships.
