Ми просто собі працювали, жили. Були плани поїхати на море. Чоловік тоді ще пропонував поїхати по цих гарячих путьовках, бо так дешевше. Картопля, городи, хазяйство — це такі плани звичайні, побутові. А от саме поїздка на море — це була мрія. Тепер вже не здійснена, мабуть. В Турцію не поїду. Принципово.

I came to work on February 24. In the morning, I didn't include anything in my phone anywhere. She worked in Yagidny in a kindergarten and transplanted in Ivanivka. I got off the bus in Ivanivka and was waiting. I'm starting to open the viber. I look, there were so many of these sms. I read that martial law, children will be at home.

It is already beginning to reach me that the school bus was really canceled, the children did not go to school. And what else was interesting to me, I came to the track on the side of Chernihiv, there is almost no car. And the same free track on the side of Kyiv.

I didn't even have the idea to evacuate, because I think: "Lord, who needs us in this Freedom?" She came home. My husband has already looked at all the news here, says: "Let's go buy products". She took several liters of oil, flour, and sugar. The saleswoman saw this matter and said: "No, there is no more oil, no, there is no more sugar". She has five children, realized that the business smells like kerosene. Let's hide it for yourself. We did not have enough Sahara until the end of the occupation. We ate honey for two years.

There were no leaves on these trees and the road is visible. Mom gets on the threshold like this and says: "Children, Russians come to us". "Where, mom, do you know?", ‒ asks. She says she sees the letter "Z" on the car. At that time, we already saw that there were Belarusians, there were Russians, and there were some narrow-eyed people.

At the beginning of March, brothers went to humanitarian bread. As much as they gave, as much as they took. On the 24th, the mother began to dry breadcrumbs. I say, 'Mom, well, what are you drying? Well, that's it, we won't have bread". She says, You don't know what it is. Let's dry in silence." And we dried. I have such a pillowcase. About a third of it was dried.

But I had quails at that time. Probably 250 pieces. I say: "Listen, what will I feed with?" Mother (then she was still alive) says: "What, what, did you drink? Let's cut." They cut all the oversaw. We had enough meat, we had eggs, because we had drunk it, we had chickens. We have meat at lunch, meat in the morning, meat in the evening. We brewed it because it was not always possible to cook it, then eat it later.

There was no bread, we roasted fritters. Then all the oil ran out, and there was no flour in the farm, only grain for chickens. I took a mechanical coffee grinder, washed the grain and ground it. I had some such fritters. Well, at least a little old thruscans were found in the freezer! And here, probably, it was enough to knead three times.

We have a neighbor Vova. He himself stayed. Then he came to us and we sat together in the cellar, eating. He will sometimes bring us sugar, sometimes torment, sometimes children more candy, and I say: "Oh, girls, we are rich".

It was difficult when the children asked for food and could not be boiled due to shelling.

In general, it happened that children were not released for three or four days.

One thing is a plus, that they [Russians] were not on the street in our country at first. People told what fear there was and kicked out of the houses, and took everything. They came to us probably five days before they left.

As we understood that the Russians were already in the village, they began to equip the basement. On March 4, my mother had a birthday. We baked pies, buns. On March 5, I also congratulated Natalya Ivanovna, our former headman, and her birthday was also hers. And already on the 5th evening, our light went out. It's cold in the house. What to do, where to hide? For the first time, shelling began, we hid in the cellar. Well, how are we going to sit on the card?

Our oil went to Kaganets. If there is no kagan, it feels like you're already dead. These walls were so crushed that you are in the cellar, the earth shudders. It felt like our cellar would collapse now. My neck is on the cellar, the entrance has collapsed, it is based on an honest word.

But she thought every time they started shelling: suddenly the bricks will fall on me, then at least I will cover the children with myself, because they are lying around me like that". We put up duvets, put on. The card was leveled and laid on it.

My mother was sick, she was on pills all the time. A handful of pills are taken out, the hand is shaken, he says: "Well, I don't know how to eat or not to eat, so that the children have enough". I say:

"Look, you have something to eat too, because you can't get a pill on an empty stomach".

The children said: "Mom, we want to eat". Mom, we want to eat." One just grew up strong, shouting: "Mom, I want to eat. What are you not letting me eat?" I say: "Eat. I will open cucumbers, tomatoes, compotes for you". And she: "I don't want to. I want soup, I want bread." So we sometimes fry eggs, sometimes cook them, sometimes fry them, sometimes cook them. One child likes fried, the other boiled.

When there was nothing, we had such a brew that we could break the branches. They will even throw it into the water, there is nothing, there is no sugar. We have honey left and it is a little sour. Yes, it is not a little, but a good acid. And it was a little fresher. So they threw freshly at the children, although they ran, even though they meked. Once the Wolf brought sugar, so they began to drink something sweet.

One child was 7, the other 11. Younger daughter, you'll talk to her, you'll put her to bed. But the worst thing is that they went to bed, and she is in my ear: "Mom, will we survive? Mom, will we stay alive?" I say: "Daughter, let's survive, calmly". And the heart breaks. I think: "Well, what will I tell you, child? I don't know what to do, what to tell you. And here it bangs, and here it bangs".

We had a thousand puzzles. Tigers. And when we already started this mess, there was such an idea: we need to put together puzzles so that everything ends. And we never found one puzzle before our evacuation after the Russians left the region. When my mother was cleaning, she found it. "That puzzle is to blame that we sat in the cellar for a whole month", ‒ says.

When we left the region, we thought of going to the Cherkasy region to see our husband's parents. And since he does not have a single passport, only the military ticket remained, he was told that it would not reach the other bank of the Dnieper. It so happened in the end that I went to Poland with my children. 

On September 1, 2023, I already brought the children to school, we are back..

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