I had a very bad year because my mother died on December 15, 2021. My mother was buried on the 16th and 16th of the night, I took my husband to the hospital. She has not lived or existed since the 16th. It is hard to bury a man like mine.

Two Sundays after my mother, my husband died, and 40 days later the war began. I was only afraid that if I didn't even lose my mind. We have one son. So if it weren't for the son, then there is someone to live for?

I went outside and asked: "What is it banging?" And the neighbor says: "So you didn't hear that the war had started?" "What are you?", ‒ I answer. I could not believe that such a thing could happen. I would never believe it.

I'm under such stress all the time here. And here it is also, so as not to enter the house, so this is a rake and a garden. I rowed there, I raked something out, everything put things in order. And the neighbor comes and says: "Why are you rowing there? Maybe we won't be here and alive, and you're rowing?" I say: "To calm the soul".

I already see tanks going through the gardens. God, god! I look around here, they are already walking down the street. And so it is not for this kalitka, but for the one where our cattle yard is turned, but it is still closed. They are already climbing like Colorado beetles, already climbing. I say: "Listen, guys, we generally go to the cripple, but they don't climb through".

He understood, says: "I'm sorry". But when they entered the house near us and found there that the whole family was serving in the National Guard of Ukraine and we were namesakes, ‒ how they told us.

Son shows passport. So he (the occupier) looks and says: "Well, this is you, but who is the second?" Ruslan says: "What do you see, who do you see?" "Well, who is this?", ‒ pokes her finger on little Ruslan in the first photo in her passport. "Who can I have in my passport?", my son asks. ‒ Maybe I'm in my passport?" "So this is you, ‒ shows in the second photo. ‒ But who is this?", ‒ pokes at the first again. Well, what do you tell him?

Before the funeral, we specially slaughtered the piglet in order to hold the funeral. There was enough meat and lard. Rusik says: "Mom, they take everything away. There will be nothing. Let's instill." My owner kept an apiary, there was a lot of honey. And how much wine there was! Well, they took almost all the wine. "That's how we're afraid you won't waste us", ‒ the occupiers say somehow. "Aaaaa, ‒ say, ‒ how was wine to take 85 liters not afraid?"

I was in such a state that I was not afraid of anything. They say to Rusik: "Tell her, let her not tremble. Old woman, why is there no water?" Well, how to tell a man? I look at him with such eyes and think whether he lacks rivets or is dumb? "So there is no light", ‒ says. "The last time I ask is why there is no water?", ‒ back to me. So he, with this example, will burn on this tabletop near the sink, it flew completely. Well, you understand, I was already tired here: "Listen, if you didn't have this puffball on your belly, I would take you for a cone like that and you would only be enough for 2 minutes, no more".

He: "I will persuade you now". "Do you think ‒ says ‒ scared me? The man who scared me has not yet been born".

― Is there fresh meat?, ‒ asks the Tuvinian.

― You are smart, why don't you ask, and why is the first-aid kit with human medicines with the first-aid kit for animals.

― And I don't care, ‒ says.

― Well, when you still need meat, please: 19 chickens, 20 pitukhs, 6 spleen. Take, eat.

― So why don't you go?

― We are starving, we will not eat., ‒ I tell him. ‒ Have you seen my chickens?

― Saw.

― Nothing alarmed you?

― What do you have, some little ostriches growing? For the first time, I see that the necks are red, the backs here are red, the backs are red. And why? And so big.

― You understand, they have this very soreness, ‒ I think that my chickens are missing, the carrion will eat. ‒ Infectious pain.

― So why are they red?

― Because they have a temperature. That's why I have my own first aid kit for animals.

― And what is the name of pain?

I think: "God, what to lie? Say that the flu will not be believed. What to say?".

― So why are they so healthy?, ‒ asks again.

― Because the mouse system is destroyed in them.

― Ahh, ‒ so long says. ‒ What kind of pain?

― Leptospirosis. Infectious egg, infectious meat, what else do you need? Well take it, ‒ I say, ‒ eat.

The son says: "Mom, where did you hear that?" I told him: "You know what came to your head, that's what you said". So the bird was no longer touched.

I look at something white at the end of the garden. I think I'll go see. I come there, and my slow cooker is in the garbage bucket. Do not believe me, the cord on such shallow pieces was cut, and the bowl itself was shot.

As soon as the dog heard that it was already fresh, run to the cellar! Everyone ran after them. And here I will sit on the sofa on the rabbit and sit down. The son shouts: "Mom, run to the cellar". I say: "Son, I won't run, I can't get out of it anymore". First of all, in my place, such liquidities were pumped out in the callines, and then I sat in this dampness, such callines appeared. Whichever run, I'll go there. It still floods me in the cellar. She was sitting in the cellar. You know, there were four people and two dogs sitting on us. We sheltered another homeless person.

Plaid is taken. In the months they were taken with them. A man had potatoes in his hands, so he was spread out, put up the months with him, and then the carriages said.

I took to remember my childhood. When we were little, our mother always made a potato dragonfly for us. I think wait, let me do it too. Rusyk: "Mom, why are you rubbing?" "I, ‒ speak, ‒ son, rub potatoes". "What will it be?", ‒ asks. "Well, let's see what happens", ‒ says. I made this dragonfly in a basket, put it in the oven. Got it, she's hot, cut it into pieces, we sit and eat. Ruslan says: "Mom, I haven't eaten such a dish in my life, how delicious it is". Of course, the lard is fresh, there is a lot of onions. "What didn't you cook in peacetime?", ‒ asks. "I, ‒ say, ‒ son, if I had prepared for you in peacetime, so you would say that mom sneezed, I don't want to eat that". So now he once came to me and said: "Mom, make me another potato dragonfly like that". I did, and he: "Mom, now she is not so tasty and true".

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