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A Christmas Letter with Love thru Silence

My beloved daughters, Anthie and Alexandra,

Another Christmas has arrived, and once again the world is filled with lights, songs, and promises of peace, while my heart remains where it has been since the day you were taken from me. Every Christmas without you is a reminder of absence, but also of love so powerful that it refuses to fade, no matter how many years pass or how deep the silence becomes.

“Words often fail to express the love and longing I feel, so I am letting this music speak for me thru my silence. Performed by a five-year-old girl, this powerful composition with incredible choreography is dedicated to you Anthoula and Alexandra”.

Silence – Violin Phonix

It captures the essence of my heart in a way I cannot, the silent Love that burns in my heart. Every time I hear it, I think of you, my dearest Anthoula. My love is forcibly fumed by some perverted minds and child abusers in a Monastery in Minsk. They will never succeed because my Love is eternal, genuine and unchanging.

I wrote this letter for you Anthoula and Alexandra, but also for the world, to bear witness to a father’s love that has never wavered, and to the truth that children cannot be erased from a parent’s heart, no matter how far away they are kept and isolated by mentally damaged individuals and child abusers using Christianity as an alibi to cover up their fictive and false narrative.

Not a single day has passed without you living inside me. I carry your names in every breath. I remember your voices, your laughter, the way your hands felt in mine, and the warmth of your presence that once filled our home. Those memories are not frozen in time, they grow with me, just as you grow, even though I am denied the right to talk with you and participate in your lifes.

Christmas is meant to be a time when children feel safe, loved, and protected. It is meant to be a time of family, honesty, and compassion. And yet, for you, my precious daughters, Christmas has been shaped by separation, silence, indoctrination and decisions cowardly made by adults who failed to protect your fundamental right to both parents. This truth is painful, but it must be spoken.

Anthie, my brave and thoughtful firstborn, I wonder who you are becoming. I imagine your strength, your intelligence, and your kindness growing with each passing year. I hope you still carry the enormous curiosity and warmth I saw in your eyes when you were little. I hope you remember that your father always believed in you, always admired you, always loved you unconditionally, and will always continue to believe in your capacity and potential.

Alexandra, my gentle and radiant soul, you live in the quiet spaces of my heart. I remember your smile, your innocence, and the way you trusted me completely. I hope you feel safe. I hope you feel loved. And I hope, deep inside, you still sense that your father’s arms are waiting for you, just as they always have been.

Alexandras last Birthday together 2017.04.01 before the Abduction

My daughters, if there are moments when you feel confused, if there are moments when you are told things that do not feel right in your heart, listen to that feeling. Love does not disappear. Truth does not need to hide, only insecure cowards and perverted minds in the “Russian World” hide the truth.

A father’s love for his children is unbreakable, it endures through false accusations, through forced separations, through every wound inflicted by those who seek to silence truth. Though the Belarusian state has branded your Papa an extremist, he walks this solitary path of anguish and heartbreak willingly, driven by something more powerful than fear: his love for you.

Through bitter tears and with a shattered heart, he refuses to remain silent about the atrocities you and other children are forced to endure in that Minsk monastery under Andrei Lemeshonok and his accomplices. No distance they impose, no label they attach, no pain they inflict can extinguish what burns in a father’s heart, the fierce, relentless need to protect his children and demand justice for the innocent. Papa will never stop fighting for you!

I want you to know this clearly and without doubt:

I never abandoned you.
I never stopped loving you.
Every day, I carry you in my heart.
I never stopped searching for you.
I never stopped fighting for you.

Every letter I write, every word I publish, every step I take is guided by one purpose, to reach you, to protect your truth, and to make sure the world does not forget that both of you exist, that you matter, and that you were loved fiercely and purely by your Papa.

This Christmas, I send you my love across every border, every wall, and every lie that stands between us. I send it through the stars, through memory, through hope itself. I pray that somewhere, somehow, you feel it, like a quiet warmth, like a voice reminding you that you are never alone. One day, we will speak freely again. One day, you will hear my voice without interference. One day, the truth will no longer be hidden, and justice will no longer be delayed. Until that day comes, I remain here, standing, waiting, and loving you with everything I am.

I have also written a poem/song for you, which I sent by registered post to your English teacher Anna Sergeevna at the Monastery School Ichvis, hoping she will have the moral quality and decency to pass it on to you. However, I cannot be certain that this will happen Anthoula and Alexandra. Therefore the letter has also been sent to others in the hope that it will reach you despite all obstacles.

Letter sent to your English teacher Anna Sergeevna by registered post.

The Poem/Song

Merry Christmas, my beloved daughters.

You are my heart.
You are my reason.
You are my forever.
You are loved more than words can express.

With endless love and unwavering hope,
Your Papa, Nic
Europe, 2025.12.23