enough of that , the turning point was my trip to bucha to bucha when i got there i felt this smell of garue smell of dead bees, i saw before that, i did not understand the scale of civilian deaths, i just wanted to do something about it, to participate directly in the victory, but not by word , the journalist's weapon is a word, and i just wanted to knock down the enemy's weapon. here it is in april. after i arrived in another, i didn't say anything to my husband, i went to the army from lutsk, and there they asked me, woman, how many children do you have? well , i say mine, three , actually. on the information front, but it was constantly tormenting me, i had a vocation that pulled me, i wanted to join the army, and i developed such a pressing plan for myself to quit my job and prepare the ground to go to war in october, we officially formalized our relationship with my beloved husband, i.e. the fact that we lived together for seven years, we had children together, but somehow it happened that we did not formalize the relationship. in october, i came to his place and there i met the comma