I live here all the time. I was born here and I live and live here all the time. And this is my house. My parents got it out of here. I had no father, but a grandfather, mother and grandmother. The house turned out to be made of stone, strong and I thought that it would be enough for me for the rest of my life. It turned out that it was broken and I had to rebuild it at the age of 68.

Well, they immediately learned about the war on TV. They have already started talking on TV, although for a long time no one could imagine and imagine that there could be a war. My grandfather and I argued that how to prevent this from happening.

So they heard it on TV, immediately ran around the shops. Since the 24th, we have not yet felt war, because it was on the other side of Chernihiv. There they were still without resistance, and then they began to be held there.

Heard lips, shooters and everything. I walked around the garden again, rowing, because it was already warm, the month of March. The garden was raking, and it was knocking, shouting. Well, they reached us already in March.

They shoot, bomb. Already at the beginning of March, tanks began to drive along the Chernihiv route along this route. And the houses began to burn. Everyone on the highway burned down. And the lips are like that, the shells are tearing. And the tank passed along our street, in between. Well, I didn't see it. I was honestly in the cellar. I was sitting, just humming like that, shaking.

And trouble came to me on March 8. They shot before that. Well, my son still told me: "Mom, go to school already. There is already a basement and people are sitting there". And I say that I go so far to school. Well, they will shoot. I will go to the cellar, sit. They shoot, then I'll go out. Try to take me along such a path.

On the 8th, I was sitting here. Kala Akon sat, read prayers and then it assumed so. They shoot time after time, they shoot, I think: we must probably go to the cellar. And I just went into the cellar, and there was no lock from the inside, so I closed the door to that cellar for the mother of the generation and went down. And I hear a strong big hum. I can't even know until now that it was such a roar there. I can't understand whether the plane was flying or what it was. What I was closing on my mother's, the door opened. Bricks began to fly, shihver flies, dust flies. Well, I'm not so opposite, but I sat in the tanks like that. And I think it probably fell into the barn. Will it delay this patalok in my cellar, or not.

It hummed, flew over and I'm leaving until I have nothing. My summer kitchen is broken. This is a house, this is a device, this is a bath here, the corridor was ‒ in general, who knows where it is. In this corner of the house, this is on the window, it broke, it blew away. And in that direction it was filled with bricks. The windows are broken, the doors are broken. That partition is completely broken. There are no bans anywhere, nothing, everything is broken. Barn's open.

I stand and look like that. I think: "My righteous God". And it just tore... Those snatched with bricks, so it probably turned out to be such a smoke from that explosion. Because the brick fell asleep. And from above, there is smoke coming from the crumb, as if. I rise and pray to God. I say: "God, righteous Lord, let it be, although it does not burn. Because people are all sitting hidden, the bomb is someone who will go to hang out. So that there is no water, so there is no world. And we didn't have gas then. Well, what will people do? Nothing, nothing will be done". Until, thank God, it blew, blew. I already walked, I walked all day. I looked, looked. She didn't cry. I was somehow crushed here. And I went just like that, went to the neighbors, drank a seagull there. And in the evening she already went to school.

There were many people at school. There were 160 people there. And the children were small, and they were all kinds. There was only one such disabled person, she was so tormented, she shouted. The soldiers, when they came to our basement, say: "Where did that get you so much? You seem to have been evacuated to Varva. Where did that get you so much?" We say that this is how the whole village of people is here. Each cellar. A child was born in our village on our street. I just don't remember whether in the Decembra or in the Noyabra at the end. They also sat in the cellar for two months. Everyone sat.

They sat without water, without food. Well, how is water? Water ‒ we have a well. So these people came, neighbors have brothers. And we already think, you can pull out and solder the scatina. Big deal well.

As soon as I went to school, I didn't pick up my phone, it remained on the sofa. And she was without a phone, without communication. People took pictures there, but I walked without anything. Well, there was almost no connection. My matchmaker was at school, she already wanted to call the children, but everything goes, goes, goes, there are no antennas. And refuel? There was no world, so there was already a generator at school, when on what day they turn it on, so people tried to fill up some phonarics, some telephones.

And this is a matchmaker, me, grandfather and matchmaker mother, more than 80 years old. And we lie like fish, dressed. And the person is here at his feet, don't come back, don't forgive anything. Well, nothing, anyway, there is already a roof over your head, you are already in this safe place, and you are not the only one, everyone suffers so much. What will you do, war is war. We all understood.

They took turns cooking to eat there. Well, when my house was already broken up, yes, I said that there was a chamber with meat in the corner. Yes, you will come, you don't want to take anything or eat anything, you can't look at your eyes. Yes, as if it were offended.

And then you think, well, you have to do something. Dogs have already heard, cats are running, it is already stretching here. This is how people were carried, fed, meat was taken, lard was taken, food was cooked and I will take milk from people, there are also eggs.

Well, in general, we did not starve there. The problem was with bread right away, because food and potatoes apply everything. Whoever has, they carry twists. Rural people, I think, were enough.

And there was a problem with bread, so the boys will bring it if there is bread. And somehow they survived. It was hard.

The basement was not equipped. Ground floor. And just as it was molded, so the bricks were on the walls. It was already arranged now, everything was done beautifully for children. And then it was not equipped. And they were already resting.

There was still a kindergarten there. Yes, who is from the children's garden, what beds he brought, who, what paddons, well, who can and did wear what.

I didn't sleep there at all. Here you get up and go. Sometimes at five, half past six, at six and you go home. They laid mines here. There were mines, I was lying near the yard.

I say: "Guys, what are you lying about?", in them: "And here there is a lot of boiling water, since there will be a tank that is going, already a Russian tank, so they will not see behind the garbage, so they will rush". And there, mines were besieged at the corner.

You will come, eat a cow, feed the chickens. Skatina is literate. To take, for example, a chicken, so they say, the mind is like a chicken. Grandfather comes home in the evening, feeds the chickens. Neighbors gathered here for a penny.

Grandpa is coming, just coming, spoke ‒ all the chickens were already kalaing him. Everyone laughs, they say: "Look, the owner has come". They have already pooped it, are already grazing, disdain.

In the morning we walked together, and in the evening he walked alone. I did not finish the cow and did not walk, but he himself walked. He came once, shaking all over, stabbing.

He says that I was only alive on the same wave. "Went by bike, ‒ says, ‒ back to school. And here the taya bomb flies, flies. And falls in front of me. And she burned the house there on Aeraflotska Street. The house burned down. And I was rejected like this. And I so liked." "Well, ‒ I say, ‒ is not death yet".

About March 30 have already arrived, probably, and they say that that's all. You're fired. And they hung the flag. And we then... And where to go?

We went to my grandfather's daughter from school. They lived there for the first time. And here we come little by little, then we pick the bricks, clean them, we pick the bricks. They got tired, went for the night. And they made their way to the house here. And they knocked down the door. They were broken, we have already changed that. That's how the door was knocked down, and we already moved into the house.

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