Today my sister lives in Canada. There is an ocean and thousands of miles between us, but how can kilometers weaken what has been laid for decades?
Life in exile, on another continent, is always a test of character, a test of that very inner strength that we have absorbed from the stories of our elders.
Ulyana is not just a name in the family tree. This is a living continuation of our surname beyond the usual boundaries. Looking at her path, I feel that invisible connection that unites us, wherever we are. After all, true kinship does not require presence in the same room - it is in shared values, in the memory of home and in the pride with which each of us pronounces our last name.
Ulyana (sister) and I take a photo in front of some bird wings on the Burj Khalifa tower
Distances are erased when there is common ground. And for me, Ulyana always remains the closest person with whom we once began our journey into this big and complex world.
Our common code was laid not in sterile peace, but in a cramped one-room apartment on Piftiadeletiya Oktyabrya Avenue in Ulan-Ude and in the creative whirlwind of the workshop of our father, the science fiction writer and artist Yuri Nevsky.
Ulyana and I spent our childhood in the rhythm of the family advertising agency “RekA”, to the noise of the first plotters and in the atmosphere of the art salon on Lenin Street, which was headed by our father.
While Ulyana and I absorbed the smell of fresh paint and watched how meanings were born from the chaos of ideas, that same family signature grew in us - the ability to design life and see structure where others see emptiness.
Today we are separated by an ocean, but in each of us this fatherly school and passion for creation invariably lives, which taught us the main thing: the world belongs to those who know how to create it.
