, then it died in agony , burned out and rotted in scraps on the roads of the kyiv region in buch, borodyanka, ivankov, and dymer, only small pieces of it were loaded with laundry with cars, televisions and doghouses, they were able to answer the north, the convoy left behind ruins and ashes, but something changed the people. they still tremble from loud sounds , shudder from the roar of powerful engines, we were on their own land. she came from there. somewhere in the woods, russia is not in a series of jokes stories and a dark thousand-footed thousand- legged creature capable only of killing and torturing. so she created a real hell on earth. so, each of us still has scars on our hearts. but despite the fear, the pain and suffering, we endured, endured and endure. before , there was a desire to do something with money, to do good for the family, about the state somehow got sidetracked, since it, roughly speaking, does not help me, and because of two, i need to raise a family, this is my task, and in this case, now it has gone a little more global, you need to understand well, don't understa