Since I have a military husband, the war has not started since 2022. It's just that she got closer to our house. The man, one might say, warned and insisted that water supplies be made. We have a bomb shelter in our house, we cleaned it there, stockpiled water and canned food. Another man insisted that she withdraw the funds so that there would be cash. Then it saved us a lot, by the way. There were some disturbing moments. He told me: "Yes, don't be afraid of anything". I knew he was around, he wouldn't let anyone offend us.

Fear – is normal, but fear must be healthy On February 24th we prayed, children were reassured, some everyday moments were decided. Eat quickly to prepare. We didn't think that everything would be so deplorable. They have already cooperated with their neighbors, which of the girls went upstairs, which looked after the children. They understood that it was not for one day. They wore warm things, pillows, bedspreads, board games, pencils, coloring pages so that the children would not be sad.

 I am very stubborn, cool-horned, as the man told me. There could be no question of any evacuation. This is my home. Where should I go? No need to look for a better place, I think so. You have to do better around you.

The man and his boys, with whom he served for almost 10 years, got along here. He also brought military girls who were all here in the apartment. We prepared food, took it to the boys, found and brought medicines. The owners opened one room, it was made as if for wounded soldiers. They furnished it, demolished various bedspreads, clothes, pillows, made such tables. A large glass was found, washed to operate if needed.

At the age of 11, my daughter was like a dad ‒ very strong in us, she never cried, nothing. She was kind of sure, because dad and dad guys are here. When she was there in the basement, she says: "I can't do it in the basement anymore, I went home". It will be laid out in the bathroom, sleeping right in the bowl. The only thing she was afraid of when there was shelling on February 28, I was not in the basement, but in the apartment.

 We stayed for a few more days until the man said to move to his parents in Chernihiv. The man took us out. There was no electricity in Kiinka, you need to disassemble the refrigerator, and there is lard, meat, and five-liter oil in the freezer. Where to leave him all? Must take. I packed things. I got ‒ eight busgtalters, one panty. Here is lard, meat, fish frozen in hands, here is oil. Let's go. Andriy, his daughter and another girl there, Polina, are walking nearby. The shelling begins, he throws them to the ground, lies down on top himself. And I'm running. He shouts: "Throw everything to the grandfather", and I say: "I won't quit, I won't quit!"

On March 2, they moved to Chernihiv, and on the 3rd they went to donate blood. I knocked out all the neighbors there, the military girls. They donated blood, and there is a wagon where the products were brought. Milk, sausage, apples were brought. Class. We went swimming. We took not only for ourselves, but also folded the military's belts. There is another turn for those who donated blood, because there are a lot of people. Only we were stingy, two packages and a box are so big, it just explodes here (talks about the bombing of civil infrastructure in Chernihiv on the street. IN. Chornovola March 3). This wagon rises and falls. The girls left everything, ran. I take one bag for one hand, the other bag for the other, the box in front of me and so in shallow runs. I got home for a long time, about 3 or 4 hours. Already native braids were cut off there.

 One acquaintance had water, and we went there to wash. I washed there once, probably ten days before March 8. I think you should at least wash the braids, what are they, at least fry the sebaceous eggs. Andriy is coming, I say:

‒ Andriy, wet them all, because it's just a disaster.

‒ What happened?, ‒ asks.

‒ Come on up, I say in my half head.

‒ The guys didn't know what to fight for before, and now, ‒ says, ‒ already know, we'll be fighting for gray braids.

The man insisted that we leave Chernihiv. She said that I should go to Kyiv before leaving. Everyone: "Why go, why do you go?" Gags around, gags. I said: "I will not go to any Khmelnytskyi occupation until I come and build a house". We sit down with Andrii, we go. Silence. By the way, they went there and back, not a single explosion. When we arrived in Kyiv, just opening the door from the car, our cat Bonya runs. Jumps, hangs in the car. I say: "Everything, Andriy, you can turn around. To be honest, I came more for the sake of the cat, but we still need to clean the refrigerator, throw away some garbage. It rushes out, you need to show order a little".

On March 16, after lunch, we left. Andriy says: "I am constantly moving towards you (and he was already standing in heavy positions then). Honestly, that distracts me a little bit. Let me calmly do my job, knowing that you are safe. And as if I'm breaking up". This is the only argument that forced me to leave Chernihiv...

 Somewhere a week later, when we were in Khmelnytskyi, the child woke up in the middle of the night, cried like that. She went to the toilet, she just started having hysteria. I sat under the wall on the courts: "Why didn't I value my life before? Why I did not appreciate what I had, my school, friends, circles. For me, it was all as if it were necessary, and now I miss it so much. Will it ever come back or not?", ‒ cried baby. She had such a breakdown. Together we have already cried, to be honest, for about an hour and a half.

 I am grateful for the hospitality of these people, who sheltered us, but still... Once they said: "Let's go. Not you. No, no, not you. There are others. You're good. And the eyes there, you know, are like that and like that". I somehow couldn't stand it anymore, I say: "You know what, people, you'd think we wanted it. We also have it all, maybe even better. But such circumstances, God forbid you never face them. So you laughed at us, that we really came as refugees, that we are dirty, black, wearing those jackets. Sorry, we really came as refugees. We ran from home. You think I don't want to get up in the morning, wash myself, wipe myself with my towel, drink coffee from my cup, eat mine, cook in my kitchen. We have it all, but we had to leave it. And I don't know if I will have anywhere to go back to.

So we were so happy when we came back. No matter how it was beaten here, it will fall... They returned to Kiinka, when there was no light, no water, no gas, nothing.

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