At the moment and for many years, I have been working at the Kyiv Lyceum as a part-time labor training teacher. My main place of work is – Chernihiv National University "Chernihiv Collegium" named after. T. G. Shevchenko.

If we take January-February directly, then when they came to work at school, they talked. Every Monday morning, we gathered at our colleague's house, and everyone had such anxiety. I did not believe until the last that such a large-scale invasion would begin. They understood that there would be an aggravation, but they somehow did not believe such a serious, global one that would have such serious consequences for all of us.

 On February 24, I had to start classes online at the university in the morning. I get up very early, and this day was no exception. And somewhere around three, I was no longer asleep, I sat down at the computer when they said that the invasion had begun. It was a shock.

There was no cash at home, no funds on cards. The wife went to the city, tried to film something. At that time, my best man called and said that they wanted to come to us with their daughter before it was all over. They were also dismissed from work. She is a civil servant, their building was attacked. Therefore, probably, at the moment when she already called and said that she had arrived for her work, I realized that everything was very serious.

 Until the 28th, when the shelling of the village took place, the electricity, water and gas supply disappeared, so we lived in the house. When there was a free moment, silence, they returned to the house. In fact, they cooked food in the house, stayed in it all the time. Only when there were already warnings that artillery shelling was possible, or shells were bursting very close, then they were already descending into the cellar. From the 26th, 27th, they have already moved to the cellar for the night. In fact, all life has moved there.

The documents were taken out because they were afraid that if it arrived, there would be a fire ‒, everything would burn. They arranged a bed, there was a bourgeoisie, a stove. With its help, they heated their food. They first cooked in the cellar. There was a supply of natural gas in the cylinder at home, I reconnected the stove. With the help of a gas stove, we prepared food. Still, they were afraid to leave the balloon in the house, so that if you even arrived, it would not come off. In the morning, I connected, prepared food, I turned off the balloon and took it away to the garden so that there would be no disaster or fire.

Food shortages during the first two weeks were not felt. Animals were provided too. There were no such needs. Especially since there was bread all the time. There is a separate story with him. At the moment when they realized that there was already a war, everything shifted to school. There was a medical center where girls worked and provided medical assistance. There was, conditionally, a branch of the village council here. Relations with the enterprise "Nasha bun" were established, which gave bread every day. They let go at the minimum price. We took them around the streets.

 How moral is it? Very difficult, but if I wasn't here and busy with some work, it was much more difficult. When you are busy with something, we went there, fell somewhere under the fence, because they are shooting, we went there... All the time to think that, how and what it can lead to, there was no time to think hard. Some lived in school, I spent the night at home with my family.

 We constantly tried to contact our colleagues. All the time, as soon as there was a connection, they tried to maintain it. They asked where, what, how. There was a good connection in the morning, until nine o'clock, until, I understand, whether the katsaps were having breakfast there or something. And there was silence. Then the connection disappeared.

The news was read in any case, no matter how good it is, not good to navigate what is happening, what is the situation around. The lack of news — is, I think, the worst thing. Any lack of — is a very scary situation when you don't know what's going on in the country and around.

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