In general, I planned to go to the camp. I have been going there every year since 2018. I wanted to spend a good summer, bring a hamster, go somewhere to the Carpathians. I wanted a lot. 

Studied in the eighth grade then. Participated in training from right-wing youth, from other organizations. I knew superficially why war could be here. So, to delve into the fact that the war may start in 2022, then no. In general, I was not interested in the news at all, because it is not interesting.

It was either Thursday or Friday. I should have had an English test. I got up at five in the morning to prepare for this test. I made a mistake, got together, painted myself, I collect food for myself, my mother approaches, says: "Where are you?" I say: "I'm going to school, but where?" "You're not going to school today. The war has begun", ‒ replies.

They collected alarming backpacks, arranged the basement, and took the benches there. I put order in the room, packed things. I bought a new dress that I wanted to walk. It was so pitiful, so afraid that the rocket would fly there. I packed these new things, took them to the basement, because I was really sorry. She signed up with friends and acquaintances. I asked, maybe there are some needs, as they are now.

It was scary to wash. While the light was a couple of days, it was turned on, turned off, turned on, turned off. They gave light, you go wash yourself. I hear the alarm on the radio, I climb out by running, pull on my clothes, we all run to the basement.

She cooked pilaf and salt on the grill. Neighbors entrusted us with their house and freezers. Everything there started to deteriorate. So there was all the meat, sausages, chicken hearts in the salt shaker ‒, which was not there in that salt shaker. Cooked in a cauldron. There was a big, big cauldron. In general, such a super salt shaker came out with chili pepper. There was pilaf, fried fish. Everything we prepared for ourselves, we also brought to the boys. I fried fritters on the street stove a couple of times.

I had a book. I reread it twice. "Words on the walls" is called. There she is about a guy who was treated. Well, that's it. There was nothing to read, but I was so bored. Now I'm directly involved in this topic ‒ read books.

My mother and I also went to the military, we brought food. They made campotics, teas, bottled them. 

They slept in the central room, heated the stove. I see, everything is cleared on the stove. No one sleeps on it, but it was cold like that. She climbed onto the stove and sat there all day. Then I fell in love with her so much, I slept there.

She constantly woke up at night, checked her phone that communication might appear. Around two, she woke up, turned on her phone and the Internet. Caught internet. Capet! She sat there until five in the morning, and then that's it. It disappeared. There is no Internet anymore. And so every night. From the second to the fifth there was the Internet, then not. And one night I look, my mother woke up and looks. I say: "I caught the Internet". She jumped to my stove. She and I were sitting two telephone operators, catching the Internet. I mainly watched the gallery on my phone. I just remembered what the moments were before the full-scale invasion.

There were people who were interested in me, about whom I could not even think that they were interested in me. They wrote, wondered how they left or did not leave at all. They said that it was necessary to leave. I say: "I will not leave. Mom said she wouldn't go out and I said I wouldn't go out. All." Well, why leave? Ours will not escape from us. This is our home, we live here, so why should we leave? If our destiny lives, then we will live. If not, then no. I rely more on fate. My destiny will find me.

Then they found out that there are also people at school. There they met people who were engaged in humanitarian work. They helped to transport it, resort it.

It was the end of March around. A car with humanitarian aid was driving in the field to Chernihiv. She was shot. The soldiers came and said to their father: "Let's get together, let's go get a humanitarian". In general, it was a humanitarian for the military, but we were allowed to distribute part of it to our street. Everything was dirty, it had to be sorted out. Oh, while they were sorting through, people were coming, already shouting what you should give us, something you have already taken away. Shopopalo happened.

Once it was that the shelling lasted six hours, as if we climbed into the basement somewhere at lunch and until the evening. They were already sleeping there in the basement. Then in the evening at 8 o'clock, maybe even at the beginning of 9, everything has already passed. We go out, look, the yard is full of such fragments, small fragments. And the village is all red, everything is on fire. I stood then, it looked somehow so beautiful. It's scary, it's very scary, but beautiful. The feelings were different, very different. But in general there was some such disappointment, I did not know how much longer we would sit without anything.

We went abroad that summer (in 2023), to the Ukrainian festival in Italy. And there was a group there, they performed and added the sound of an air alarm to their music. It became so scary. They stood with their girlfriend, they just cried because they had already gone abroad, it couldn't be here, but it was enough. The Italians did not understand this.

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