This text is a reflection on how love feels on the level of the body and emotions. No theory, only feelings, fleeting states, smells and accidental touches that leave a mark on the heart.

My body became more confident — and so did I. My body became more resilient — and I got up from my knees in life. My body taught me to be — not perfect, but alive.

Everyone should have a place where they can hide from the world. For some, it's a coffee shop. For some, it's a bubble bath. And for me, it's a gym.

I come to the gym not to become a “best version of myself”, but to be myself - alive, strong, real.

Freedom is not just about statehood or the right to choose. It is a deep inner feeling that each of us should fight for. It cannot be bought or presented, but it can be obtained - to be honest with yourself.

Hi, I'm Svetlana. Sometimes I want to ask the world: why is there so many beautiful people nearby ... But so alone? Maybe it's time to talk about it frankly? Sometimes I catch myself thinking: how many people who just want warmth around. The simple human warmth is not the perfect, not the fabulous, but the real, the living ... Why is there so many alone people in the world? Did anyone ever think about it deeper? Maybe we became too careful? Too busy to look in the eyes of another person and say, "I'm wondering who you are." Maybe we are afraid to be frank? Or are we afraid of disappointments that have ever experienced?

When you hear and read about wealthy women, and suddenly someone says, “How can this be? You’re a believer, and you have such luxury?

📝 There is a love that is silent but never disappears. She is deep, real, without pathos. She lives in the hearts. And perhaps such love is tWe are all looking for that love. And somewhere in the depths - everyone can give it. Because she lives where he sincerely. Where without fear. In the heart. ...he greatest power

Sometimes it seems to me that cinema is not just a screen and popcorn. It is a special magic. The darkness of the hall, someone else's story on the screen, and someone's warm hand nearby... strong, masculine, real.❤️❤️❤️

Sometimes it seems to me that this site is like a cocktail of hope, passion and expectations. People look at the photo, read a couple of lines and decide: is it mine or not... But I want more. I want to feel that behind the screen is not just a profile, but a man, next to whom everything inside will tremble.😊🤗

Today was such a cozy evening… 😊I settled down on the couch with a cup of tea, wrapped myself in a blanket and opened a book that I had been putting off for a long time. 📖

Cozy days when the whole world can be replaced by a warm blanket, soft socks and the whisper of rain outside the window.

The day begins— not with haste, but with a feeling of peace, warmth and the taste of your favorite drink.

About why sunsets always move you to tears, even if you've seen everything a long time ago.

About favorite songs that play at the right moment, create a mood and remain as a background of memories.

Life rarely goes as planned. Learning to adapt and find calm in chaos helps us grow stronger and more resilient. 🌪️🌈🧘‍♀️

Tennis is not just a game. It is a duel. Not only with an opponent, but above all with yourself. It is a sport that does not forgive defocusing, teaches you to keep a balance between body and mind, and checks every day what you are made of. I want to share what tennis has become in my life.

It’s not fancy. Not gourmet. Not Instagram-pretty. 📸

I know: somewhere you too are walking through the city, looking at the lights in the windows and thinking that it would be nice... together. Someday. I believe that we will meet.

Sometimes brave is whispering, “I’ll try again tomorrow.” 🌙