I am an employee of a cultural center, we have a well-known team in our community. We constantly gathered for rehearsals, held various events recommended by our cultural center. But it was already in the air that something was about to happen, but we didn't believe it until the last day, we didn't believe it.

There were a lot of plans, a lot of planned activities both for work and in the family. I wanted to rest somewhere. Every summer we tried to go to the Carpathians with our children and grandchildren to have fun. We have a nice here, nature. But what happened happened. And this morning is difficult to remember, because children and grandchildren are in Chernihiv.

 When the children called and said, "Mom, we're going", we couldn't believe it. Until the last, they thought it was for three days. Then they thought it was for a week, then for two. Well, like everyone else. And we heard it on the radio, on TV, that this is for a month and that's it.

Well, of course there was panic. They immediately collected things, documents, prepared bags. They still stand the documents separately.

And it is difficult to remember when already at lunchtime there were convoys of cars in the village, going to the village.

In addition to my children, my son's friends, and my son-in-law's parents from Chernihiv came to my house. Thirteen people lived with us and so on in almost every house.

As our population was a little more than a hundred local, so at that time there were more than five hundred. And it was difficult. Immediately on the very first evening, all young people and men of more or less such middle age gathered here in the center and decided what to do. At the beginning of the village, they built barricades, dug a dugout, made a mixture of molotov and thought about how we would defend ourselves.

 On March 22, half five in the morning at the beginning of the village, a bomb was thrown at us not on residential buildings, but windows and doors were also blown out. Thanking God without sacrifice. And so every day, every night shelling. They flew like this past the house, like this right in the middle of the village. It was very scary. Kononads, these shots ‒ was creepy.

 You get used to everything. People gathered, shared news among themselves and somehow it gets used to it. Time passes and you get used to everything.

Listen now on the radio, on television, how people live there in the east. They get used to it and we got used to it. We lived thinking that there was about to be victory. They are about to come and drive out the orcs and everything will be fine. We all hoped for it.

 There was a connection. The radio worked and the TV worked. Everything could be seen and heard. And so there was almost light all the time. Everyone's windows were darkened both around and in our country. We don't have street lighting.

 We have a cow, a household, so there were no problems with food. There were a little supplies of flour, relatives and children drove and grabbed from home what someone had ‒ cereals there... There were no problems with this. Well, there were a little problems with bread, but they solved it. The headman organized a ride to Krasylivka, bread was allocated to us there.

Mainly here is our Nina Mykolaivna, our administrator was engaged in the delivery of bread. Well, they cooked in turn, everyone was assigned who does what: who washes the dishes, who cooks, who does something else. There were no problems with this. Somehow they managed friendly things, shared them with their neighbors.

We have stove heating at home. Basically, everyone in the village has almost stove heating. There is no gas in the village.

 They went to the robot, and their hands were handed over to the men, and their hands were given to them. The day of the May.

You still come here after lunch. And at home again the household, again dinner, again these are the problems. As in the village, as in everyone, as in everyone.

 Everyone was accommodated and we have the conditions to wash. Children of immigrants from cities even came to us. They were mainly from Chernihiv. They had no grandparents here. They asked us for permission or whether it was possible for at least children to wash. We took them for six ‒ eight kids. They came, bathed, took a shower.

And we were like in a glove. And so in the evening we sit and talk for a long time. About the fact that the time will come when we will not be afraid, we will not extinguish the light, we will not stutter the windows. Still, it'll be fine. They hoped for it.

 They did not hide during the plane. The situation changed when our tanks entered on March 22. They were accompanied by a racist drone. And then a very large shelling began. He was walking in the center. We were outside, the weather was good. They fell under the fence. Only not so long ago they saw that we had a breach.

Then such shelling was very strong, as it fell here, dry grass immediately caught fire. The men stewed, coincided on this side, including us, because our house would have burned down.

We had no air raid alert. We reacted only to what we heard. What we heard was a signal. There was no alarm in the phones then, there was nothing anywhere.

 They coped normally. Used to it. People are worse. People have been living for months without electricity, without water. And we had no light there for an hour or two. It was not critical. Everything was done, everything was fine. That's right.

 You know, in my opinion, you need to tell people about these events. I remember my grandmother. And now I want to know a lot, but there is no one to ask. If you were to return that time, you think so and ask and ask, but there is no one to ask. So I think it should be told to the children.

Well, you know, mom used to tell something. We didn't get there then, maybe we didn't have enough adulthood to sit down and listen. Now someone would have put me down, of course I would have listened, written, recorded voice recorders.

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