A year ago, Irina Tsybukh left a letter in case of death. On May 30, when it became known about the death of the physician, her brother Yuri Tsybukh published it.
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Here is his text:
Hello, please accept my condolences, I don’t like it when you are bored, but time and this despair will dissipate, you will have to continue living your life. Therefore, do not waste time suffering, move on with your life.
It’s now 19:19, Saturday April 8, 2023, the 5th crew and I are working for reconnaissance of the 80th brigade, Dream on by Aerosmith is playing in the background and I decided that this year there have been so many opportunities to die that we can find at least one to write a posthumous note letter.
It’s sad that we live so weakly, dependent on social approval of life, that only death allows us to live in absolute freedom. However, the trouble is that life is over, and this freedom no longer has any meaning. Today and forever I don’t care what people say about me, about you, about this text, about everything. Whether these sentences will be cursed or not, finally, I don’t care about anyone’s opinion, I’m dead.
Freedom is the highest value. That’s it, soon 25 years passed often in complexes and fears. But often this noise had no place in front of my freedom. Most of all I want to say thank you to myself, my parents, brother, family and friends, thank you for allowing me to be free, to live the life I want.
A full-scale war forced me to stop being a slave to fears; today, unfortunately, I was unable to quit completely, but I hope everything will work out for me, this letter will help.
To have freedom, you need to have other values, you need to understand yourself, know well who you are for yourself, what personal happiness is and how you can achieve it. Having the answer to these questions, the most important thing remains to be done.
Today here, in the Donetsk region, I am on my way, I am here and I do what I want. In fact, nothing else matters, which is why this letter is added so simply – at this moment, as well as at the time when it happens, I don’t feel sorry for dying, because I’m finally living the life I would like. I won’t lie, in order to feel this indispensable, true will, you will have to go through more than one session of therapy, fears and tears.
Today everything is behind me, my life is over and it was important for me to go through it with dignity: to be an honest, kind, loving person. Today we work for heroes and this is a good opportunity to confirm our values - to truly be that person.
Thank you to everyone who loved and supported me. Don’t miss me, life is very short if it
continues after death, then see you.
Brother, don’t be sad, I stopped worrying about you even after you. Today you had your first tour of princely Lviv, I’m proud of you. Whoever you decide to be today, trust yourself, hear yourself, love yourself, live your own happy life. If I have the opportunity to support you from heaven. But it doesn’t matter, as long as I’m alive, we loved each other, we were a wonderful brother and sister, those were good times, let these memories warm you, motivate you, but in no way upset you.
To have the strength to be a free person, you need to be brave. For only the brave have happiness and it is better to die running than to live rotting.
Be worthy of the exploits of our heroes, do not be sad, be brave!
Kisses, yours. 08.04.23 Donbass”.
Rakurs wrote that Public Journalist and combat medic Irina Tsybukh died in the war.
Source: Racurs
I am David Wyatt, a professional writer and journalist for Buna Times. I specialize in the world section of news coverage, where I bring to light stories and issues that affect us globally. As a graduate of Journalism, I have always had the passion to spread knowledge through writing.