they advised me to put her on the balcony, i wonder how many balconies there are dead bodies on, these people are not only on the balconies and we will never know about them, the houses were destroyed, the houses burned down, and there are also people who were buried just in the yard. here is my cousin who died, he was buried in the yard i approach and there are four dead bodies at the entrance to the entrance of my neighbors and an active woman is lying on the bench, and there is already a one and a half meter funnel. i jumped over these dead bodies and quickly climbed to the fifth floor . i live in the windows. as soon as i stepped back, the corridor was torn out. even a door, what is it? i

had a cage with my dad on my coffee table. i called him balamut. i think balamut was probably caught. he must have died and he is sitting in a cage alive. i grabbed him and quickly went into the corridor and knocked like that for hours. he fell and lost his way and strelka took it. she was the only girl , she was four, her father brought her in his arms, they put her on a sofa in the corridor and she was rowing and in about 20 minutes she died in front of my eyes, all the time her father was sitting next to her and he was kneeling in front of his daughter and he took out crimea is a wounded beast. he kept repeating why she is not there and i understood his questions. i am still

tormented by the same questions. march 6, 22:32, the 11th day of the war . my feet my yard surrounded by high-rise buildings is quiet and dead i am no longer afraid to look around opposite the entrance of the 105th building is on fire there were five floors between the vent and slowly chewing the sixth in the room the fire burns neatly conditions in the fireplace are black with the charred windows are without windows and the curtains torn by flames fall out of them like tongues, i look

at it calmly and doomed when you give the floor they drop a phosphorus bomb you give the floor we catch fire completely catch fire all the people who are there they burn alive phosphorus supports the burning they used volley fire systems there were also chants, there were suns, there were toasts, grady pinocchio, there was everything possible that a person invented in order to kill another person, they lived to bomb from airplanes, fear appeared well, then i understood that there was no longer any death there, fortune-telling in the neighboring yards and our house

was shaking a lot. i thought that the equipment guys grabbed the camera and supported the powerful two vyborgs dropped two air bombs. of the city, grabbed the camera, ran, and two aerial bombs dropped on our city hospital number 3, the third mariupol hospital, the maternity hospital. it was very beautiful inside, there was less modern equipment, when i approached it was some kind of armageddon, everything was broken there are no spikes in the surrounding houses, everything is black in the smoke. i know that the guys were wounded, maybe

wounded, but they missed it, i don’t know, but there were women in the maternity hospital and there were newborn babies, look under your feet where you step in our yard, a woman in labor, she was lying in the same maternity hospital she gave birth to a girl, they called her milana or milena. that's what she says, she hit, this bomb hit the ward where the baby patriot was in these oxygen chambers and they all burned up, went around to the other side to miru avenue. she was standing big poplars, and they are like a knife. it is about christmas and a meeting with a woman, and i ask. and what does she say, do n't go there, this is my friend. march 9, 7:00 p.m.,

the 14th day of the war. my dog ​​is starting to go out, and i understand that now they will shoot again i stand on the street during the day, and there is a cemetery silence around me, there are no cars , no voices, no children, no grandmothers on the benches, even the wind has died, there are a few people here. they are lying on the side of the house and in the parking lot covered with outerwear. i don’t want to look at them. acquaintances march 11 and you know when a projectile flies

i can hear it rustling when mina flies. i can hear her whistling. and when you fly, you don't hear anything. we didn't hear anything. i only heard an explosion of smoke . i managed to take two steps inside the house. i immediately turned around and ran into the corridors to the kitchen because we were all there. my son was lying on his side on his right side. i immediately understood that this wound was most likely fatal because his eyes were half closed and i saw how his right cheek, which was lower, was filling with blood. and that there was a lot of fluff because he was wearing a cool down jacket like this zenard face and

i also flew to his place for lunch. the fluff was lying like that, i was constantly trying to remove it somehow so visually, he had a wound in the back of the neck and the back of the head. blood flowed, it was very hot, it was the smell of blood, such a sweet smell of blood, everywhere in the house, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of blood and the sound of water pouring because a fragment pierced the heating system, the water was running because my niece was screaming, she was 14 years old, my sister was wheezing

the sister's husband was still wheezing, he had several penetrating wounds in the chest area, he was in agony, i remembered the blue knitted socks that bohdan was wearing, i thought, well , he shouldn't be cold. a moment of his legs, and i still had time to put a knitted sweater under his head and cover your face with such a pink towel, the bodies were left there because the shelling continued and it was necessary to save those who were alive, because all four of us were wounded, as i found out later there were several more flights to the house, the house was burned to this day, i do not know was my son buried or not it was incredible the bodies

burned together with the house it was incredible march 11 23:00 the 16th day of the war three days ago a friend of my eldest nephew came to us and told us that there was a direct hit to the fire department the rescuers were killed i am sure that i will die soon - the question of a few days in this city, everyone is always waiting for death, i just want it not to be very scary aunt nadia this is my goddaughter, nobody there, they have a basement in their house, they covered their house with

bags well, so that the windows do not fly out and i went there she went out alone with the baby and they stayed there. nikita , everyone started to babysit. well, there they were processing his navel, the umbilical cord. yes, i understood because yulki had this caesarean section and processed the scar, too. nikita, let's say yes, well, despite the fact that they didn't take him for a walk, they actually took him out once or twice he was so yellow, yellow, well, he practically couldn't see the light. but when we talked to him, we even saved the video, he looked like that, always listened, oh, see, let my mother come. let my mother not find me, and it doesn't happen like that. he was lying and i was him. i was talking about the fact that his dad will come, he will be proud of nikita, and dad is fighting, dad is a ukrainian soldier, this is him. i say he will come to see only nikita, strong, that he is the most important, so he

listened to me so carefully. and then we noticed that nikita in the basement began to cry right before the shelling. well, i already understood from the theory of probability that our house will fly now, and it is actually 100% because they have already done everything they can, they have finished everything around them, now they will kill our house, they will kill us. people were sitting, they were all on the first floor, and the children were in in the basement, we were in the basement. that is, we could not understand what was happening at all, and it was unclear how many people there were. by the people who are upstairs and people started jumping

out of the house. kiryusha's nephew is 9 years old. he was crying and shouting to his mother, please, i don't want to die. we thought that he had been hit by a projectile. it felt like the house tilted back by 45 degrees. jackets without everything, my mother and i ran and they ran to our nine-story building. at that moment of the day when they ran, they ran under shells, under bombs , under mines, under everything, they ran, everything was exploding around us. we didn't even know if they were alive or not, and from all of us i was the only one who walked. that is, there were four of us wounded. my mother, my niece , my sister, bohdan and pavlo were already dead. it was my son and my sister's husband who carried my sister and my niece away.

they carried these bloody clothes into the corridor near the evacuation exit and there was a mountain of bloody things lying just like that up to the ceiling to the woman work carefully near the wall mom here to the wall so so so we lower it so everything further i sewed my mother myself without anesthesia she screams she is in pain and the doctor laughs says yes don't scream vaccination well, they tried to joke so so so so wounded she lay in the corridors under the walls just on the floor and there they lay separately arms separately legs separately there was even one head and there were days when in the corridor there was such a level of blood in the hospital. what are you doing? and

it squishes like this under your feet, baby, i don't know. and this is the day before yesterday. all the wounded and wounded brought the alive, but it was not possible to save the baby. you get used to everything, and then in the evening it won't go away. when i was bandaged , i walked down the corridor, at least to understand where my people were. well, where are they? i saw two soldiers in the hospital, they were soldiers of the armed forces of the soviet union. i approached the military and, well,

actually at that moment i already had the intention in my head to do something with myself because but i had the question is big, as i approached the soldier and said, listen, can you get me one cigarette somewhere ? i wanted to subdue the wild animal, and i guess i had everything written on my face. let's go with me, let's smoke. we went out. black smoke is flying around, shells are flying, mines are flying, we smoked, and i'm still thinking why this soldier is somehow strangely huddled up to me, i only then realized that he was covering me with himself. shrapnel, and i'm standing covered in blood, my jacket was light. this is how my blood is on my hands, this is

how my son's blood is, my mother's blood, the blood of relatives, and i can't even wash my hands because there is no water. i told him what happened, and he took me by the shoulders began to beg and say well, if they left you alive, you now go to the doctors and say, how can i help you to go ? i saw the rain of men with oxygen here and they didn’t run to release these oxygen cylinders. three days later, this gang with these empty cylinders was directly hit by a mouse, the cars standing next to them burned completely, and i understand that we are a miracle, they are

a field of death, because if the cylinders were full and there was nothing left of the basement on the fourth day in the hospital, the doctors told us that since my mother and i have legs, we have to go to the basement so as not to take up space, where we can put the wounded when we were driving, a volunteer asked me we are going to take you away to the drama theater or to the philharmonic hall? i said to the philharmonic hall , but the drama theater was bombed two days after we were in the philharmonic hall. look, here we have people gathering to give out food, first of all to children, women, the elderly, and then men. got organized, so they asked us to board up the windows, at least somehow get organized here, too, people, you see, children,

people. good day, good day. we have 15 people, and people also lie down, sit down, sleep for sure, so lying down, they don’t finish eating neatly in a semi-basement room, we have people living here people are lying here good day good day good day we heard such a strange sound two such strange sounds - heavy some very heavy as if everything shook well i don't know it felt like the whole city shuddered from this it must be so frankly so cynical and

so cruel here refugees were hiding in the drama theater, there remained under the rubble more than a thousand dead people who fled from the outskirts of the city to nadiya in nadiya that they will be spared, they added several more times, then one by one some smaller firecrackers, they burned like this, you take it off like this, this is the russian world, friends, they bombed once a drama theater in which there were no soldiers in which there were pregnant girls who had children

, d was written in capital letters thousands of people died there in the basement there were 200 people in the basement who remained alive people who were on the mountain there were about a thousand of them you know what night shelling is like to death, which pulls all the veins out of you, you can't sleep at night, because you dream peaceful dreams, you emerge from them and plunge into horror, first there are sounds, metallic, disgusting

sounds, as if someone is turning a huge compass and measuring the distance to such a repository in order to be more accurate hit, then a projectile flies. you hear how a huge hammer rattles on the iron roof and then a terrible edge, as if a huge knife cut the ground, as if a huge iron giant walks in forged boots through your land and steps on the houses of the trees of the people. you sit and realize that you are unable to even move. you can't run away, there's no point in screaming , there's no point in hiding, he'll still find you if he wants to, and then there's silence. at this time, we're waiting for what else will fly and if new sounds of stones appear

to him, because we don't understand what they mean, what kind of death fast or terrible and painful." ah-ah windows flew out there was a wonderful beautiful stained glass window made of colored glass in the mariupol philharmonic and it just flew out completely when we ran into the basement, all the people ran there because that night the shelling was simply incredible, nothing like this had happened before. well, they just killed us,

we went down to the basement there were about 300 people, about 60 children aged from two months to 8 years, the toilet was on the first floor of the philharmonic hall. at one point, the shelling was such that people just went to the toilet in the basement for buckets and there was no difference men are there men and women we weren't people there we were organisms there

i think none of us looked in the mirror all this time to be honest i didn't care about my beauty it became absolutely unimportant because there was a very high probability that in a minute you would be dead i it doesn't matter what your reflection looks like, my hair became terrible, it turned into a toadstool , but it didn't bother me either, everyone was already walking with their kidneys, it was stretching them up to their eyes, because no one wasted precious water for washing, i dreamed of two things so that shot and about hot showers before death you are already alive, the last one well, it's like you haven't been killed yet, it's like you're

alive, but you're not alive, all these days in the basement, i wanted to wash my hair the most, i really wanted to when we were still at home and in my parents' house under during the air raids, i constantly hugged my son. he kissed me on the cheek and said, "mom, you have such soft hair. i really wanted to wash it so that it would be soft again. i thought it would be sooner because it was all over, because it just killed me, my grandparents, and all this it's over. that's what i thought. because ours is there to pray so that, well, god, let the shells fall into the neighboring houses, but not into this house. well, how should we pray? i don't know. the day before

we left, the philharmonic group shot machines in the shelter. i'm a mother. i put balka under the supporting beam and hugged her back by the shoulders, and it was a very scary moment because i didn't want to die like this without seeing the sun, a dirty unwashed in some kind of social life of a person who lost human livestock , but purely physically. i'm not talking about any moral landmarks like this and i stand, i think so, i pray to everyone, someone will hear, and i stand and think to myself, oh,

but not like this. i don't want to, i don't want to, i don't want to be in this pit, i'd rather go under grady, but i don't want to be in this pit. nobody will even know. i sat and i was in hell and i thought that hell is everywhere on earth now that your life does not depend on you, it depends on people who just shoot you for nothing. the most difficult thing was that you will not be able to. it was the most difficult thing for me. they cried and ended their lives by suicide. just like that, the neighbor hanged himself the time of the bombing hung up, i just couldn't stand it, i understood that after if we stayed there after a few days, it was incredibly scary to dare to go out, because on the first floor, when

we were waiting for the door to be opened for us, glass panes of concrete flew down from the mountain, and pieces of the arrivals were on the very surfaces of the philharmonic all this happened on the floors, and there were people who did not dare to go out, there was a family, a young couple from sartana, anya and andriy, and they were with their two-month-old child, and they did not dare to go out there, they came under fire, what are you doing ? the people who were leaving were shot at the checkpoints, well, the russian military, but the probability of survival there is greater. it seems to me that when you just sit and wait for it to fly to your house. especially since we were already running out of water, going out to warm the little one, there was no way to make a mixture, just a mixture too was already ending well, in any case, i had to get

out, i could have saved the cat, i don't know, because i don't know what happened to him. now we were in a hurry. so they took us there, we had to go up to the fifth floor to take the cat, and now i was afraid that they might leave without i was scared, it just turns out that we had such a beloved domestic cat, he won't be able to, he doesn't know how to survive on his own and we threw him and he doesn't understand why we threw him that's all i understand