I have been living in Nadynivka since birth. There were interruptions when she studied in Chernihiv. And so she returned here, got married. That's how we live with my husband. Hence parents and grandfathers. I am from Nadanivka, my roots are in Nadanivka.

There were no plans for 2022, I already worked here as an administrator. She didn't plan anything. Children and grandchildren were always waiting for the weekend. And so they lived. They come, please, leave. They planned their vacations there, and we were constantly used to it in the village. What are our vacations when you run a farm?

Our eldest daughter lives with her husband in Chernihiv. But they all live with me in Chernihiv. I was at Kozelka for work on Thursday. I arrived, everything was fine, I didn't hear anything anywhere on the way. And tomorrow morning my daughter calls me and says that the war has begun. I say, 'How did it start? I was in Kozelka, I didn't hear anything anywhere". That's how I heard it.

She started calling her younger daughter. They knew nothing. The son-in-law also says: "What is the mother-in-law saying". I say: "That's how everyone says it". When he left the apartment, he himself saw that there were many people around at ATMs and in stores. And that's all.

It is very painful to remember.

We were sixteen people in the house. They moved away within two or three days. Matchmakers, brothers-in-law, brother, wife, and children came. And that's how we lived, all of us.

We went to work. Somewhere on Sunday, maybe I didn't see anyone. And then there were always people, something came to me here saying: "You don't sit here in this room, because it's dangerous". That's how they lived.

Life is somehow organized by itself, everyone had their own occupation. The boys practiced, cooked something on the fire, cooked something in the oven in the morning. Someone was cooking something on gas, thanking God, somehow there was a gas supply.

It happened that there was some interruption with bread, then the pancakes were fried on brine gas. But they interrupted. The children brought food with them, took flour from the city. Sahar was taken.

And yet, many things were not taken from the freezer from the refrigerator, so it all disappeared. And that's how they got it and we had our own conservation. Well, they survived.

Once there were no conflicts, thanking God. They helped each other. Those who did not have something there were helped, for example, with dairy products. Treat people. Once upon a time, friends for friends were so worried and there were no conflicts. Everything was fine. It's bad that there was a war.

When I brought bread here to the village, no one was interested, for example, where do you get that gasoline, what do you drive to get that bread. Well, thanks to the fact that my son-in-law was a truck driver and he arrived with the same truck (the head of the truck), he had a diesel engine in the car and he drove it to my bread. She took bread from Krasylivka, sold it herself, took money to them.

The mayor will call that there is medicine, I will go, I will collect medicine. I always have lists. Someone is asking for something, I wrote it down. Few medicines were brought. More than the head, there is something so painless. And there were no such expensive medicines. Only such henchmen. It happened and it should have been. We had diabetics. They needed insulin, but it wasn't there. Well, somehow they got it through acquaintances.

There was communication, and the Internet was not always. It's at our house wyphai. In the phones, children could communicate with teachers there, they corresponded with them there. I don't know if they were given the tasks, there was communication with the teachers.

We have well clean water. There were no problems with water. Because it was spring time, and we always have a lot of water in spring. We have furnace heating, fuel with firewood, heat. When children are in the house, it is always warm.

They took us pads, hygiene kits, toothpastes, brushes. Everything was. Who was not enough, everyone came and I gave both toothpaste and brushes. The first aid was brought to us from Kozelets from Olena Dmitrivna.

I once refueled a full cylinder of gas before the war. Somehow I didn't know that there would be a war, but it coincided that we went and bought gas. That's enough. Maybe it should have been like that. God bless us.

The windows were blocked. What matter lay there in the wardrobes, all the windows were blocked with it, because it was very scary. Everyone was afraid of air raids. And so that there was no world from the house, everyone was beaten with clothes, so that the light would turn on and not shine on the street.

When a plane flies and you don't know where it will fall, it flies, it flies, it buzzes, and when it explodes somewhere, we hear that it fell somewhere nearby. In our country, only once a plane raid fell at the beginning of the village near the hangar. There's a rip-out so big. And our windows at home poured in.

Children will probably know what war is. I think it should be told. Because this is a story that cannot be forgotten. And for people to be friendlier. Somehow I want to protect each other after that. Our village was very friendly.

They did not leave the TV, the news. That's how they found out when Yagidne was occupied there, it was a horror. Even here it came to Ladinka, Zolotinka. I'm used to the news, I have news in the morning and in the evening. It's mandatory.

Although it is difficult, I want to be aware of events. As if when you know what is happening around you, it is somehow easier to come up with what to do now with all this, how to react to it, where to run, what to brag about, as they say. Somehow.

They hid in the corridor. They adhered to two walls, as they say. Gutters. I never... It's for me... Closed room – is hard. In Krasylivka, an aerial bomb fell into a cellar and was dug two meters deeper. And the wall in the house collapsed, where the kitchen is. And those rooms where people slept were not damaged. And if people were in the cellar, they would not be there. True, they left Krasylivka that night, they were lucky. No one was there at that time. One hole remained even deeper from the cellar.

It all depends on fate. And we adhere to what God will give, and ours.

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