2022 was imagined as a calm, peaceful year, although all this has already been discussed. We honestly listened to the President, trusted him. They wanted to live an ordinary life so that the children would learn. In the 23rd year, my younger son graduated from the 11th grade. They thought about his future, where he wants to go to study.

 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.

She went to bed, and there was such anxiety. I stayed up for a long time, as if I had just fallen asleep, a man (he is a truck driver) calls. From the business trip, he calls and shouts into the phone: "It all started". Because of the dream, I heard explosions, but somehow I was not afraid.

Spun. The man could not come on the 24th, as he is in Kropyvnytskyi. Apparently, somewhere on March 12, he was just able to come home with volunteers. When he arrived, he already said: "You will probably leave".

 I don't remember whether it was the 24th or already the 25th. In local publics, they began to write that if the people of Kyiv are not ashamed, the military are standing, they are hungry, and they cannot feed such a large village. And we didn't know and shouldn't have known that. My brother came, says: "Oh my God, there are such children there. There is such a girl, she breathes in my navel". Let's make dry packs: a piece of lard, a bulb, garlic, etc. Then on the 28th [February] shelling. One, the other ‒ is fear.

Then I read somewhere, psychologists say that everyone has their own body reaction. Someone is engaged in everyday life. And we did it. After the shelling, she began to wear some clothes to the cellar. There were songs. The shelling begins. Dark. Night. We run to the cellar, and I sing our Cossack medleys. They climbed out when it was already calm. The eldest son says: "Yes, mother, you have found time to sing songs". I say: "It's the same. Some such disobedience from within".

We didn't have enough food while we were here. The freezer is full of everything, we have our own farm. But there was no particular taste of food. They ate for what to eat. Children need to be fed.

It's scary, it's not scary, and you have to take care of the farm. A cow cannot be milked. How many times has there been shelling, and mom milks the cow.

 It was on the 28th, when they ran to the cellar, it was dark, there was no light. She ran quickly, did not hit the door with her nose. There were such bruises. Then she carried food to the soldiers on the street, saying: "The first combat wound". They tried to humorously experience this a little. Because it was impossible without him. All the time in stress.

 She came to the cultural center for the first time, the windows have already been broken. I ask the boys: Can I come in? My personal stuff's here." Let go. I came, I think: "If you can come in, then here are our ceremonial clothes, ancient clothes. Grandma embroidered a wedding dress on home-spun canvas for her mother's wedding. I'll take him away." I entered the reception room. There is a mess, and these dresses that we brought from Karkhovka lie on the floor. I think: "My God, how will we give them away?" It's still war, shelling, and I think it's someone else's, you have to give it away. She began to collect these embroidered shirts, take them to her cellar. She drove for 3-4 days. Then she began to go to collect our stage costumes, and also drove her to the cellar in bags. As the son said: "Lord, when you calm down". I couldn't sit. I had to do something, go, because the suits would burn. I was sure that the establishment would definitely burn down, and I would leave the costumes. We will still gather and sing.

 Then they drove their car to Kyiv in a motorcade. It was very scary. These guys volunteers said they were getting out of the cars when they let them. If they said, quickly by cars.

From Kyiv, we went to Poland to visit relatives. I was traveling through Poland, just looking at these churches and thinking: "Why do people live peacefully like this? And why are we killed?" I stopped myself at that thought, said: "Valya, you can't do that". But it was very offensive because everything there is so quiet and good, but here we are.

My brother took us away, settled us. We went to bed, and the planes buzz and buzz at night. I didn't sleep at all. I think this is what brought the war to my relatives. She went out in the morning, her brother asks: "How, Valya, did you finally sleep?" I say: "I didn't sleep, there are planes". Why are they flying?" He answers: "This is NATO. When you started this full-scale, they began to patrol very intensively". I haven't slept in probably two weeks since I was there. It seemed to me that there was not a single moment for the brain to rest from the explosions. It is far away, we understood it, but after 2.5 months, as it became calm here, we returned.

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