2022 ‒ then the coronavirus was already there. We did not plan to celebrate such dates. Even then they talked about the war. We just didn't believe it. I have been born since 1954, a man since 1953. This cannot be. No.

It seems like it was somewhere after the weekend. Because my youngest son came from Brovary and said: "Mom, go arrange the basement". I answer: "Where? What are you son, right? It cannot be that there will be a war". "Mom, I'm asking you, go set up the basement", ‒ convinced. I went on Sunday, swept everything away, because there we have twists and turns, and took everything away, prepared it.

I think: "And how little will it be?" On the 24th [of 2022] at dawn, I hear at five o'clock that something is bubbling somewhere. I didn't think it was a war. Do you understand? I thought something had knocked somewhere there. Maybe the wheel exploded on the track, and then we turn on the TV and say: "War". The two of us and my husband were the only ones. The younger son stayed and left just Sunday. My daughter did not come at all because she worked.

We were in the basement until the time, until half two in the morning, and then we came to the house and spent the night here. On the 26th, we completely moved into the basement when we started shooting well: both hail and everything in the world... There were two beds in the basement, they fold out. There were also chairs, so I took the lower shelves, took the cans to the aisle, and put the beds on one side and on the other. So I had it like in a hotel. Catcher. You know, I agreed to live there for an hour in that basement, only if they didn't shoot.

At that time, we did not understand who was moving where, who was shooting from where. They say on TV that they are surrounded all over Ukraine. We sat in the basement for exactly one month. Equally. They came out only to help the household.

At that time there were three piglets. They should be given food. And then, as they said, pigs were slaughtered in Yagodny, everything was taken from people... My pigs were already such that God forbid up to 90 kilograms. We cut them on the 8th of International Day. Neighbor helped.

The girl next door says that I take those [bank] cards from Yagodny, that everyone should be hidden. And the pension is on the card. They threw us a pension for two months. Lord, forgive me, and here there was still a sticker in the house. And where do I have that money children? To dig or what? I thought, thought in the basement and thought that I would spin in the bank. I will put the money in a wallet, a wallet in a jar with a grease cover, twist it and bury it. And this day, when there was an air raid, she turned everything around.

She went to bury the jar. We will be alive ‒ we will dig up, there will be something to live for. I just came to the corridor, and this is the explosion. Everything was flying here in my wave. I was thrown all the way back to the door. I already clung to the door, the door is walking, I thought that it was the Russians who came to us.

And then I went out with a jar, I don't see that I don't have windows. I went out, asking: "What is it?" It obviously scratched me a little. People say that they don't have it in those houses, they don't have a two-story garage, others are already on fire, and our shed is also on fire. And it doesn't reach me. I'm going to my place to dig a jar. I come, and everything is scattered around the yard: iron, some boards, stitches. Armageddon. I'm looking for a deputy, I'll bury the jar. She dug a hole, buried a jar. Then she stood and thought: "Hmm, so my door is broken and there are no windows? And where did they go?". I think to myself further: "No, I buried it incorrectly. When they come here, they will see that the land is fresh. Burying in second place." I dig there, bury it in the second place. She pulled some box, turned it over, I think: "Oh, they won't break such a box".

I go back home, look, ask people: "What is it?" They say, "And what is it, Lida, look, you have no windows". I'll just look, there are definitely no windows.

Which really hurt me, that there were no pills. I'm hypertonic, core, and there were no pills. I drank everything I had ‒ five-hour slot and for four years already had a slot. Before that, however, I jumped, as if I felt. 

They gave bread, even if it was bread, they gave it, they brought it. They didn't starve, but in the village you won't be poor so that you starve. There were so many twists in the basement. Everyone has a well in our country, and the well stands there.

I had an electric oven in the basement. I cooked potatoes there, eggs, everything in the world. And when the world was gone, then the gas turned on, so we will run to the gas and cook it.

Then, when they already said that Russia had retreated, we left Yagodny, Kolychevka, Ivanivka, we did not believe yet. The neighbor from that entrance and we spent the night in the basement for another three nights. Everyone in the houses, and we spent the night in the basement because we were afraid to return. She was so afraid of every blind man that there was only one fear.

The worst thing was that I thought or would see my children ever, that they left like that. The eldest son was in Kherson, the daughter was also under siege in Chernihiv, the youngest spent the entire war in Brovary on the 10th floor.

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