Editions by Ksenia Roz

12/13/2012.  
 22:10  
 I was heading to visit my classmate to relax and go to the institute together in the morning.  It was a cold winter evening.  I got off the tram and walked through the yards to my friend"s house.  After walking a couple of meters, I felt a strong push in my back, as if one of my friends ran into me, but after a couple of seconds, I realized that something was wrong.  I turned and saw an unfamiliar man, his glassy eyes and stony expression.  Looking down, I saw how he beats me and a knife gleamed in his hands.  I immediately understood what was happening and when I tried to run away from him, I slipped on the ice and fell!  The unknown person began to threaten that he would kill me if I did not give him the bag.  I kicked my feet as he came closer and suddenly he froze.  We were approached by an unknown man (later it turned out that they were drinking alcohol together on the street when I passed by).  He pushed the attacker aside and helped me up.  I looked at him, looked at the attacker, who stood aside and wiped his knife from my blood, and at the same moment I began to run wherever my eyes looked!  I jumped over small fences, feeling a fountain of blood gushing from my back and called my friend to call an ambulance, informing her that I would be lying in a snowdrift and giving the coordinates.  On a crowded street, I fell into a snowdrift, realizing that if I ran further, I would lose consciousness.  After a while, a friend came running and called an ambulance and the police.  I lay in a snowdrift for 1.5 hours before the ambulance arrived.  I was taken to the hospital, had an operation and stitched up the cuts.  
 I received 9 stab wounds, internal organs were injured: the lung through and through and the diaphragm near the heart.  
 The left side of my body (back and arm) is covered with scars.  I covered the scars on my arm with tattoos, and I will leave the scar on my back as it is.  My memory of how strong I am!  
 Many people say that this scar is from my wing.  That is why this work is called "angel".

Self-portrait