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The famous man was only 30 years old.
His friend Viktoras Stanislovaitis reported his death on social media. The man shared a beautiful story of their communication, telling him what Ruslan really was.
“From the first moment we met you, it was strangely easy and simple, as if we knew each other for eternity, as if we were preparing to live a thousand years.
When visiting his homeland while traveling from one part of the world to another, he always found time to spend. And in that dozen minutes of his stay, a million worlds could fit: people, places, events, smells wafting from his lips. Mesmerized by this kaleidoscope, I looked into your eyes and wondered for the thousandth time: how much can fit in such a fragile personality at first glance …
The most famous restaurants in the world, working with exceptional personalities, fame and fame were the companions of your life. Only You, like no one, knew the price of this brilliance: rejected by parents, raised in an orphanage, beaten, starved … Pain was Your starting point, Your Holy Grail, which helped to do everything that they could in five lives.
And indeed, from the field it seemed that you do not live one, but five, ten, fifteen lives … You thought about work, new countries, restaurants, help for the native region of Saločiai and Pasvalys, making new recipes and writing a book for children … You burned life.
Every time you came back to Lithuania, after all the almost compulsory TV and magazine interviews, after the friends and acquaintances you visited, and after coordinating all the jobs and plans, you would disappear. You went where your heart is: children’s homes, nurseries, oncology clinics.
You never missed them. You tried to pass, greet, hug everyone present. You didn’t talk about it, but you could feel that in each one of those suffering children you saw a little me …
Wherever you are, we have always reciprocated with messages. I talked about everyday life and you told me your plans. Sometimes you sang in lines. In a poem sent this spring, you wrote:
“I see that it is too late, I will not change anything,
Standing on your knees, holding your hands behind your head,
I pray to God I’ll live another day … “
The news of your illness that came a good year ago was a shock to everyone who knew you. But you did not hide anything, you tried to be open and show others that work, stubbornness and positivity can overcome all adversity …
And I’ll almost trust your strength until one night while I’m still there
In the United States, lying in a hospital ward, he will send a message: “I have a lot of pain …”
It will be a moment when I realize how many people have been in your life and how incredibly lonely you were …
After that, you will return to Lithuania. There will be jobs again, there will be dreams, there will be a pandemic in everything and you will be immovably optimistic … And even before the last operation You spoke so simply and windy that everyone around you will believe that it is no worse than appendicitis … Unfortunately. ..
The disease killed you but it did not defeat you.
Thanks for the privilege of meeting you.
RUSLANAS PUSKEPANIS
March 12, 1990 – December 6, 2020, “wrote V. Stanislovaitis.
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