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Tatiana

War shows the true face of man.

Sick nurse of my aunt was a rat, she escaped from us and did not warn that he was leaving, but at the same time she fooled us for a thousand hryvnia. As I want to see her in the eye and say what I think, with verbal adjectives. A strange man, when I was looking for diesel fuel for the hearse, gave me 7 liters for the same price at which he had bought it. If not for him, we would not be able to bury my aunt...

War has returned the Soviet era creation, which is a queue. Moreover, the longest queues were for bread, water and pet food. The last is encouraging: the souls of men are not stale, their pets, as before, are not indifferent to them. But, alas, not to all! I saw on the streets ejected American Staffordshire terrier, Moscow Watchdog, and Siamese cat.

I was particularly impressed with the Shar Pei. He was in a harness, with a lead and a note, which stuck behind harness. Neighbors said that the man had dropped it from black Mercedes. Of course, this was very difficult to attach a dog in good hands. Fortunately, Shar Pei was taken by employees of MES.

Some people throw out their dogs on the street, and others pick up other people's dogs. Neighbor‟s girl got a puppy. This is another confirmation of my hope that everything will be fine. She believes it is not a burden, but joy!

Julia

I'm not prepared for a war: small amount of candles and water bottles, and I don`t have a cart to go for water(((. A neighbor brought two candles (20 hryvnia each) - great thanks.

I`m now going out to the streets, exceptionally near the house. People are rarely to be seen: in our house (5-storied "Khruschovka" 6 entrances) only 33 people remain in twenty apartments. There are 100-150 people left in our neighborhood, and, in good times of peace there were about 4 thousand. Many old, nonambulant and ill people ...

"Russia 24", the television channel , became our source of information through the energy of passenger car`s battery (a good person did this) - meeting at 5 pm in his car. The second window into the world - at 8 pm Ukrainian radio appears in one place. So there is always a choice.

We formed the commandant - from the Afghans. Now the order is guaranteed, as he says. This is especially needed in the water distribution - everyone is getting nervous. The distribution of humanitarian aid has started. Particularly active old people went seeking for her. When you show your passport there, you get: 1 kg of rice and buckwheat, 1 liter of oil and 1 pack of butter. Yesterday, my school was hit right in its roof and mina came through the entire building from the 1st to 4th floors. School no longer exists ...

The most wonderful words: PEACE-LIFE-SILENCE.

Tatiana

Separately, I'll write about personal water supply.

Some parts of the city were lucky: for example, in Gorodok Zavoda OR, water flowed to the lower floors, of its own accord. And we felt the” beauty of life” without water only in a few hours after the blackout. I really thrifty girl, I filled half of the baths, and, besides, water balloons stood on my balcony in anticipation of such situations.

The first time the water in the bath rescued me. Here, however, I had to wash myself using the ingenuity and resourcefulness miracles. On the floor in the bathroom, I put a basin (respectively, the entire floor was busy). I left clothing and slippers beyond the threshold. I was getting into a basin and poured water from the head. The trick was that the whole flowing from me water got into the basin. And considering some bulging parts of my figure, it was not easy. Therefore, after bathing in the light of a flashlight, I was collecting water from the floor with a cloth and pour it into the bucket. Water from the basin was for the toilet and a bucket of water was for watering flowers on the balcony. Sorry for such details, but the process of bathing really was very labor intensive.

You can imagine how I was glad and even happy, when the water in the bath was over and I finally was able to bathe in it.

Julia

The season of water hunting is officially opened. Everybody runs for water, I wrote the word "runs" and I`m not joking, and 70 - 80-year-olds, too. Barely moving grandmas and grandpas having the 5-liter bottles in their astonishingly strong hands.

There has been no water for 4 days already. It is spoken, that 600l tank with oil was hit near the "Gorvodokanal": now there is no oil and no water. There was the same problem with electricityuntil the war is over, no one is going to repair an electric line.

At 7.30 I went to a trickle of water. Two bags full of bottles - 17 liters together. I was thinking, whether is water can be drunk or not, there I saw frogs and that was a good signwe can drink this water. The back and arms are destroyed with the amount of full bottles. Found water in the basement of a house, the good people told me about that place, went without a lantern, by touch. This entrance (where you can go down to the basement) yesterday was fired, the holes are everywhere in the walls. There was alse the hole in the pipe, so there was no gas. I went for the water to the basement. After lunch, the other "good people" shut off the water. I have no clue, where the water can be found now. If we speak about the trickle - it is dangerous, there three people were killed and several were wounded. There are mines everywhere. One man was lying dead day and night until the search was started ...

It is said, the quality, good water is coming to us...

Tatiana

Next week, we will celebrate a little anniversary, a month without electricity and water. If the issue with the electricity can be solved without leaving home (flashlights, candles had been procured just in case of necessity), the water issue was not so easy. Replenishment of water is an everyday task. The first time we took the water in the fire station, we were waiting in line to the hydrant during 4 - 5 hours. Then, the water line was being bombarded, there were killed people and firefighters no longer put the hydrant. We started going to the natural water sources.

Two of our routes: 1) to Gusinovka, near a church or a little closer to Moscovskaya street. If there are no people, the operation takes a half hour and you walk down the pavement. 2) On the street Lermontova, it takes less than 45 - 50 minutes, but half-way it is rocks and gravel. Trolley ride very hard, but quickly, in time of war it is very important.

For one time in the trolley and backpacks, I brought home 25 liters of water. If I managed to turn back twice a day, I had 50 liters. My personal record is 30 liters at a time. Knees ached terribly! Obviously, this was an osteochondrosis! But I bathed, washed my hair, washed clothes, and occasionally I even washed the floors. And also I water my flowers, though petunias on the balcony had to be sacrificed.

Julia

Silence ... Silence is very scary. The most scary thing about it, is that you don`t know, what is going to happen after it - subconsciously preparing for .... I do not want to write anything awful, do not want to negatively charge the space around us. Morning was tearful ... I thought about the parents, sister and niece. Where are you my family, I feel very bad and lonely in your absence, please, forgive me for everything. I look at your photos, talk to you. I love you very much and I want us to be together again, and decide when and where we go, where should we live and with whom. And the tears no longer have salt in them ... I beg Our Lord Savior so he would save my life, end this massacre as soon as possible so we could finally meet. God forbid!

Today, for the first time in two weeks I took a trip to the city.

I was at the university. We are working ... There is no water, no lights, no mobile network in the city. I saw people on the streets, even the two five year old kids.

I returned home, and my sister came to me, we have gathered some things for parents. While we were sitting, there was noon – time of shelling, and we two "blondes" have been sitting for too long. As we walked to the bus stop, we came under mortar attack, we were lying on the pavement. I held her up to the middle of the road and we parted ... There is no way for communications - I'm worried, how is she, does she manage to get there? I believe that she is still able to move to a peaceful life!

Julia

Civilization is returning and people follow its lead. The market is not crowded, everything unfortunately became more expensive. It dipped slightly into peaceful life, its poor likeness. I went on a hunt for water. Something is happening around: somewhere the fire broke out - a huge column of black smoke where "Grad"s were working from different sides ... I returned home ... At 17.00 machine made some noise, everybody, 45-50 people ran there. All of a sudden a sharp whistle, boom, all fell on the pavement ... I (as a real blonde) sat nicely (fear paralyzed me). The second explosion ... I was pushed by someone to lay down. Lying, kissing the ground, literally and waiting for the mines to stop flying above us ...

Houses are crumbling, you can hear not only the sound of glass but the walls and ceilings being destroyed, trees fall. Stop like ... .. I started to come back to life ran home, while on the run, saw in one of the homes block rearing between the 5th and the 4th floors, sunken roof. In my house blast knocked glass from the old windows where they were holding for many-many years. It was terrible, because the crowd was covered with fear and panic. Constantly whispered: Lord, have mercy! Then for two hours I`ve lapsed into stupor: not doing anything just sitting in an empty, dark apartment alone, as all the time ... It`s either a punishment or a test - do not know. We need to live! We will live! God is with us!

Tatiana

Military diet ... I am far from being able to compare our diet, and diet that people had during the Great Patriotic War. God forbid! We did not starve. Just menu was very peculiar in the absence of the refrigerator.

If I cooked buckwheat porridge in the morning, the three of us (mom, Jem and I) were eating it all day. If I bought a piece of chicken I cooked soup with meat for my mother; Jam ate the bulk of the meat, I battered remnants, but I could be satisfied, for example, with a cheese sandwich or bread with jam.

There was often incongruous mix of dishes: the remains of a breakfast of semolina and fried pieces of salo *1 this was our lunch. Cold, lunch rice with mayonnaise this was our dinner. Oatmeal with tomatoes, buckwheat with grape, soup and bread with mayonnaise... By the number of calories, probably, there was no shortage, but the constant stress and a very small amount of sweet (for some reason the first time in my life I did not want to eat sweets) has done its job. What I had been doing unsuccessfully for last two years - happened: I lost 6 kilograms. This is despite the fact that I started to eat more bread than I used to eat before. Hooray, I wore jeans, which had been missing me for four years...

Vera

We were going on holiday of the first spas under the guns and we were expecting that a mortar attack would begin soon as always. There wasn't any poppy or honey, but I collected a small bouquet of garden flowers from a neighbor's garden - there was a holiday after all! We left the house under the volleys of heavy weapons: we had no time to move away, as the enemy mortars woke up. A pair of shells flew over our heads and fell on the territory of the plant, deafened us with nasty metal explosion, the third one fell close by, but did not explode. We quickened our pace, instinctively exploring every ledge of the road, that was where to fall in case of necessary. But we still had to go: Lord, save us!

And only in the temple felt in complete safety: we had a boost of optimism from the young priest, and went home. On the road, in the yard of the apartment buildings I noticed a little girl of six, who excitedly said something to her mom, who was our neighbor. Suddenly there was a volley of heavy artillery. I started and looked round. The girl didn't even blink and calmly continued to tell something. I even became embarrassed, and her mom noticed this and said, "Yes, Olya knows that it is a militiamen, so she doesn't afraid ".

JULIA

It was an early morning. The Aviation Day. I sit in front of an open window. Birds do not even sing their songs, some sort of a lonely bird is shouting in the distance, but it`s more of the cry than a song. No, it cannot be called a song for sure (((

At 6.00 in the morning - "greetings" to the inhabitants of the former flight school navigators begins woth the volleys from different guns. This day one"flew" in the basement of the house where improvised "bomb shelter" was dislocated - crushed one overlap. Granny was totally scared ... Thank God, all alive! Happy holiday, good people. Happy aviation day!

Given the fact that I live in a former military camp, where there was a regiment of aviation, it sounds particularly cynical. Dad, I love you and congratulations to you! How good that you, the pilot, do not see all of this. Remember a year ago, we have had a celebration right on the playground in the yard: gruel, a lot of people - and most importantly, we were TOGETHER. After the this year`s festival we will surely for the rest of our lives will have an allergy to salute!

The Human, of course, gets used to everything, adapts, but in the 21st century, in the center of Europe to condemn people to hardships, to kill and destroy the city - it is so wrong, so unnatural, it is unacceptable, terrible, shamelessly! Almighty God - forbid war, murder, suffering. I ask you to return peace to this land!