My name is Tetyana Pinchuk, I live in the village of Kiinka. This is quite such a large village. There are many people, young people, and children here. This is a suburban village.

 Probably, it will not be news that I will say: "They didn't believe at all until the last. In general." The godmother of my youngest daughter said: "Oh Tanya, something will happen, something will happen". She has been carrying my brain for the last five days. Well, trouble will come, I will open the gate. This is such a matter. There were conversations in stores everywhere, you won't miss them by the ears.

It happened that way, we sat until the last pasta of three different types was cooked, so that there would be something to get for work, for the children to have something to eat. Hygiene was already zero. It sometimes happens that way. Then we sit down, go, buy. The invasion began on Thursday, on Tuesday my husband and I went, we bought all kinds of loose.

 The same goddaughter woke up on February 24. It was half seven in the morning and she said it had started. We got up, drank coffee, we don't understand what's next. We were not taught what to do in such rather emergency situations. Hope experiences more emotionally, passes through itself.

In general, the children were in such a corkscrew. They did not understand what was happening. They are used to amenities in our world. Mom, dad will decide everything. Not without that, there are some duties in them. Here everyone goes and looks at me in anticipation of what I will tell them to do. From the first day, this began: "And what does it do for us? What about us? What about us?". It started to cover. "But unhook, ‒ I say. ‒ I don't know myself". Because in general, they are used to me already managing everyone. Someone must be in the family who assumes this duty of responsibility for the family.

 The rule of two walls. Please, here is a small corridor. But, apparently, this is not the choice of shelter that is needed. Then they somehow agreed with one neighbor. He has a basement on the entire plane of the house. He did it in advance for his work. The basement is dry, but the basement has a basement. There were 17-18 of us, 5 families in this basement. And the first night we all spent the night at home. There was still heating, we turned the boiler, the house is warm.

There are a lot of us, and we had to eat. At first we came, cooked food at home. In general, we were saved by the fact that it was not an electric stove, but a gas stove per cylinder. We were independent from centralized gas supply.

On February 27, I was waiting for guests in general. The child had a birthday on the 21st, she had already made preparations for the freezer. Guests fall off, and the products are already prepared in the freezer. I started to get them to stew, just bring them to the basement where we were.

 I go, start cooking something in the kitchen, and the man goes to feed the whole animal. At that time, I think, the siren was almost not excluded. At the same time, their planes were flying, and we were still trying to catch with our eyes where they were. They shout at us: "Hide", and we are like monkeys. You look at it now, remember it, think: "Lord, you fools. What were we trying to see? It was necessary to hide".

The first 2-3 days there was light. The car was also turned on. Then they could simply refresh their underwear. The water was running out. In our house, we are addicted to light, it disappears, we are left without water at all.

 The first hail in Kiinka came from this house where we were. Then, when they came out after the shelling, it was such an introduction to what could really happen. That everything we heard before that, buh-bah somewhere, is not the same at all. When it arrived, the children were scared in the basement, shouted like that, just hit them. Because one of the hailstones came to the house where we were sitting, It shook well. This is the first time, let's say, we felt this power. It was very scary in general. How did we see where the fragments flew, what they beat. That's when I just got the feeling of how serious and terrible everything is.

At first there was a misunderstanding at all... Why should you go somewhere, how can you leave home. I didn't have it in my head. We don't know what happens next on the next street. Literally a couple of days after the invasion, it was possible to leave, for example, to my mother in the Koryukiv district, but the bridge was cut off there immediately. All. And the man's village is also cut off on that side.

She couldn't decide at all. I am an easy-to-go person in life to go somewhere. And here it was somehow not clear on which side it was possible to go.

The second time we were covered with hail, so that Zarichne burned. They went out in the evening, such silence. Huts are on fire. Nobody. And you understand that you will not do anything. In general. That's how it will cover. At least you can see more during the day, but what does it do at night? On March 4, we were covered with hail in the evening, the second time, on the 5th, we left. As soon as they gave light in Kiinka, we returned.

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