Everyone was busy with everyday affairs. The vacation was planned somewhere for the summer. We wanted to go to the sea, to heal the child. Our wedding anniversary is in February.

 A man called me (February 24) at 5 in the morning, saying that the war had begun. "You fool. What war? There is no need to wake me up, take my child to kindergarten, go to work. Don't tell me. What kind of war is there?", ‒ tells him the question. He continues, "Let's pack up the disturbing suitcases". My house is so built that the first floor is semi-basement. There is a garage, utility rooms, an oven. He said to make these places safe. I listened to him, then went to bed.

Then it was somehow disturbing, so the best man wrote. She has a little more acquaintances, she says that there are already arrivals of the campaign somewhere in Semenivka, the war has begun.

They decided that my sister would be with the children while I looked like work. Of course, I didn't know what to do at work. I had to go. The son-in-law went to refuel the cars immediately. My mother, sister, son-in-law and niece moved in with me.

 On the 24th, I came to work, and there was a general collection of conscripts. You don't understand what to do. You will do everything they tell you. Only then do you rethink how you should have behaved. We had to hide the equipment, the documents... My work is very related to people's personal data. These are their copies of passports, statements... I didn't think about it at all at that time.

She returned home later. We started arranging the basement with the whole family. From other rooms, she took mattresses to the basement, dressed them, things that were always taken with her on vacation. She took away all the candles we had in the house.

There were no problems at all with products during this period. Here will be words of gratitude to my mother-in-law. It feels like she felt something. About a month after the New Year, he says: "We are going to the base, I will buy you a bag of sugar". I say: "I don't need a bag of sugar". To which, of course, she did not listen to me. She brought a bag of sugar, 5 liters of oil, 5 kilograms of pasta, a bag of flour. I had a minimum stock before that. I am more or less careful, there is always meat, lard, and canned food. The supply of water that we collected was enough for us.

On February 25, there were already 12 people in the house, including half of them children. It was very difficult to be responsible for their safety. You read some publics, channels. Some landings are landing there. You are not at all oriented in the situation.

On the 28th, my sister and I were going to go change girls in the dining room, where the boys were cooking. They took food with them. The son-in-law went to cook anti-tank hedgehogs. Walik says, "We were driving into the store, I found an unshot cartridge". I say: "So take it for yourself. Children are not toys". He puts him in a pocket near his heart. I remember now where he put it. I went to clean the car. He and his daughter-in-law took a small vacuum cleaner, and we were standing outside near the house, just talking. The neighbor shouts: "Hide, fly". What flies? We didn't understand what was flying there. We run into the house. We had all the children in the basement. We went down to the basement very quickly, because it started to bang and shake like that.

The windows fly, we heard an explosion around the house. I thought the house broke from above, but it persevered. But Valik is gone. There's not a scratch on the car. the fence is intact, and it just has one fragment right in the heart, where that bullet was lying. Then the second shelling began. You were cut off from everything at one point. And it feels like they were cut off from the mind, because they didn't understand anything at all.

 The man called and said, "We're leaving". I understood that we just had to move through Desna. He also says: "Take food with you". Nothing else is needed, everything is there". Salt, detergents, knives were taken, some dishes.

You are going, you see this whole devastation. You understand that people run away all the time. Roadblocks. It was quite difficult for us to move even through Chernihiv both physically and emotionally.

We were going to Kulikivka to visit our sister. But it did not turn out as desired. Forced to stop in Sloboda. They planned to stay there for the day. Our beautiful company of 12 people continues to live in this house. Locals simply told us: "You can stay here, no one lives there, people have left". There is such a house... A man who drank well lived in it. You enter the house, and it is really a barn.

They cleaned the house, did everything. The furnace was smeared so that it would not smoke. A house was abandoned there, mattresses were taken away so that the children could sleep. There was no heating. We had one pot, and we had 12 people. The dog lived there, he ate from a pot. We took the pan from him, when ours began to burn out, we put a bowl on him.

 As a result, we lived for a month under the occupation under constant control, when there is an armored personnel carrier near the house, a tank, when the interrogation of your family and children takes place, you don't know what will happen. When you have a UBD husband... Shorter, he got the most in that Sloboda. His husband and brother were taken prisoner. He was beaten hard for two days, his ribs were broken. As far as I understand, they didn't say anything.

When boys and Ukrainian soldiers were shot in Sloboda, the car with those corpses stood for a month, burning down. No one allowed to approach. As a reminder not to snort.

They (the Russians) just came in, cut all the wheels for us. Psychic is already on the edge. There is one main goal ‒ is your child's safety. Nothing is important at all. You can not eat, not sleep, but your child must be safe.

The first thing we set up is a cellar. And with each shelling, the children were lowered there. Everyone looks at us, says: "Why? They don't shoot at us." My husband said to me: "Why are you dragging her into that cellar?" It's dark, damp, not comfortable at all. But still, I'm dragging, because that's the only thing that holds for life, it's your child.

When the Russians once again used their preventive methods, the man and the child came under fire. He enters, so he shakes, although the man is a soldier, but he was with the child at that moment. After that, I didn't ask stupid questions.

Our phones visited the Russians. I had a lot of photos on my memory card. Sim cards, flash drives are enough, so everything shook out, took away and that's it. Gave this phone. What is left on the phone is left. There is no photo of my child's childhood completely. Everything was absolutely taken away.

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