Numbers.
Loosing is hard. To loose a person who you knew for your whole life is extremely hard. While coping with a loss of my only sister, I turned to my camera in hope for help to express what I felt.
Only numbers left.
58. Years. She was 58.
56. I knew her for 56 years.
Two. We were 2 years apart.
07.23.2012. The date.
9 and 40. Days. According to the Russian tradition, everybody are getting together on those dates, to remember. The day of death is included.
Many. Texts. Unanswered.
Zero. Times I want to pass by some places in the city I call home now. Too painful.
Three. We had three kids in between us, every summer. Our collective care. Girl, girl and a boy.
Pair. Of glasses.
Ten. Volumes left of 12 volume set. Chekhov. Short stories, novellas and letters. No plays. Missing numbers–9 and 12.
Two. Tea pots from the famous “Cobalt Net” set. I have two identical ones now. She gave me the second one for my last birthday.
5 and 7. Years. We were 5 and 7 on this old photograph.
She was my sister.
Yelena Zhavoronkova
