You know, the plans were very big, with the hope of moving forward. They planned to do a lot in the house and expand the family. The plans were so vital, joyful, but in one moment everything ended. We didn't know what to do.

On February 23, around 11 a.m., my son called me. Since he serves, he did not say anything so specific, but said that something was happening. So when the bell rang already at 04:20, I see it written "Son", I pick up the phone, he says: "Mom, now Marina and her children will come to you". That's how I found out.

It seemed to me that time drags on for so long. I think: "Lord, where is Marina? Well, where is Marina with her children?" I ran outside, for some reason I always want to leave the house, walk and run on the street there...  I waited for my daughter-in-law, they arrived. 

I still have to go to work. We were given the task of delivering summonses around Pavlivka. Sometime before three o'clock, we delivered them, and then as shandarahla. At this point, the summonses stopped being delivered. Then we heard serious explosions. It seemed that it was somewhere nearby, but it was somewhere in Rivnopil.

 In total, I counted, there were 11 people in our house. Apparently, my intuition worked before the war. In general, I am a reserved person. I bought a small bag of flour, sugar, and salt. There was a lot of conservation. Of course, there were potatoes, there were vegetables. I didn't want to cook something from food, but they forced themselves

When our gas was turned off, it became cold, there was no light. My niece and her husband and son left us. 

It was scary when Astra was bombed. We spent the night mainly in the basement, it was somehow not so scary for the day.

They were very worried about their daughter-in-law. First, I understood her that she was worried about the man who was serving. I stopped eating, that's when we got worried. They brewed a brew, made her drink. I say: "Marina, you understand, if you lose milk now, what will we do? So what will we do? What will we feed this little child? What? And there is nothing".

 The decision to leave was very difficult, very difficult. Neither my daughter-in-law wanted to go, I didn't want to go because my child stayed here. Sometimes he came to us from positions. I understood that he was coming to say goodbye. When he said: "Mom, I'm begging you, save my children", ‒ then the grandmother got behind the wheel and drove off. It was necessary to take the children out.

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