I was waiting for my husband from a business trip, he was supposed to come in March 2022. We had plans to go on vacation for the summer. I thought that I would develop my private business better, there would be orders. I planned, it goes a little to another level. the assortment has expanded.

My husband told me that there would be a war. I didn't believe it, I didn't believe it at all. You can say that she brushed it off, that such a thing cannot happen. But still, we talked to him. There was an action plan: what to do, where to go, where then he should look for us.

There is an understanding that if something happens, there is no water, light, or gas in the apartment. You can neither go to the toilet nor cook. There was an option to go to godfathers in Kyiv.

I was not aware, because I was not interested in politics at all. My maximum knowledge of politics – is who the president is. I didn't watch news at all, I didn't read anything. She said that I was a sweet marshmallow girl. What politics, what war?

 I slept very well that night. I had such a peaceful dream. My brother's wife called, asking: "Do you sleep? Get up, it's started." And that's it. She went to wake up the child.

I didn't panic, so switched ‒ started packing. The alarming suitcase consisted of documents that were being prepared for issuing a foreign passport. Let's make things, documents, what was important to me then. I took all the perfumes, it was very important (laughs).

In an hour, I put the child's things, my things, some products. Such comic moments are now being mentioned. My mother came to visit us and brought a bucket of eggs. We ate one-third of the eggs, the rest were wrapped in a bucket in a newspaper. The best man arrives, sees this bucket and says: "Where are you going? So many eggs of the presh". I didn't think about bread at all. I don't eat almost bread, so I didn't think about it.

I remember that we came to the store alone, I saw soldiers with machine guns and realized that something was really wrong.

 In the morning of the next day, she woke up in Kyiv from sounds that I had never heard in my life. These are the first sounds of war I heard. And then we began to be covered little by little. Everyone had tantrums, but it's good that not everyone together. Someone's wing, someone was sober with normal thoughts. 

We sat down in the corridor. I remember that I am watching, the children are starting to be criticized. I say, "Let's breathe". I made them breathe, told them something. When it quieted down so much, the best man went to the neighbors, they started talking with the neighbors about what to do. One of the neighbors said: "Let's all come to us. We've got a nice basement." He built the house so much that the basement was a garage. My son and I went there immediately, because I was already very scared. This is how our communal life began.

I thought we would be back for two days. My brothers were traveling from Kyiv on the 25th. They offered to take us to my mother in the village. I said: "No, don't, everything is fine with us". It turns out that I could have left for a safe place on the 25th. 

The shelling of Kiinka begins on February 28. It just started such horror and I have never felt such fear in my life, I have not experienced animal fear. When you sit and you're just shaking like that, you can't do anything. And shakes not only the hands, but the whole inside. My teeth were clenched for a long time. I caught myself on the fact that I was just sitting, and I was having a pain in my shelep. I couldn't reach for Sunday or two. Everything was so demanded.

 It seemed to me that I was not a child, but an adult. My son became such a protection for me. rock. I hugged him like that, he says: "God, mother, your heart has never pricked like it does now in your life". We were supporting each other. I will say that even now too. But then he endured it. I have never seen him cry. And I did everything possible so that he would not see that I was crying.

 We slept dressed. At first, she took off her shoes and walked around the basement in room slippers. Then she didn't even take off her shoes day or night. It was cold, we slept in jackets, in hats.

No one talked about leaving. I didn't have a car. How could I go somewhere? I am attached to people, they do not expel and thank God. There is a place to sleep and what to eat ‒ is good On March 4, Zarichne was burned. 7 pm. The shelling begins. The door in the basement was so shaking, the whole house was shaking. We lay down who could where, on what he could and how he could. There was shelling, only 15 minutes. What is 15 minutes? When we realized that there was no shelling, we left. We were lucky that we lived in another square at that time.

I understand that that's all, we can no longer be there at all. I came up with an action plan overnight: what to do, how to do it. And so in the morning she called her brother in the village. I say: "Can you meet us?" I call him the point where I know I can get to. After 5 minutes, he calls, says: "Meeting". I went to talk to everyone.

In the end, we went to my mother's village. When she saw me, she didn't believe I was alive at all. For three days I went to me, touched me, cried and said: "This is you. You're really alive".

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