igor nemodruk was an eyewitness to that tragedy, he was in the right wing of the trade union building people were burned and killed before his eyes, including his comrades. well , they started throwing bottles at us to clamp on the mixture , we tried to extinguish it there. they cut off the water because we wanted to fill it up. uh, tap water. well literally immediately it stopped from the risers there is something there literally drops of some kind about the bucket cost ken scored. uh water. it was sewn with wet rags. they just soaked rags and nailed it to the fire. but they drop. there, between the columns, there were barricades at our entrance on the street, and this property from the tents was dumped into the field. and so, when they threw this fund with bottles to clamp on the mixture, it blazed there and the fire started already. the fire is very strong very powerful about these events , he wrote an autobiographical story olya kulikova by the name of the square where it all happened. the poet odessa died later, as it turned out, he even died before my eyes, because here we are,

igor nemodruk was born in donbass into a family.dessa to enter the naval academy after graduation , he got married, got a house and a farm , and then in 2014 he did not accept the idea of ​​​​euromaidan and, like many of his acquaintances from odessa, opponents of the new authorities, he joined the camp of anti-maidan supporters. i tried there to make some kind of fight underground, but at a certain point. i realized that it would be ineffective there, it would be much more useful in the fight against the kiev regime. you can bring here, so i came here, stayed here. well, that's all in the army of the dpr for 7 years in the dpr, a dumb friend deserved to be a commander. now with him. his son is fighting among the defenders of donbass, people from various cities. well, they left the technician. she is with them. uh, most likely, something got burned, because we couldn’t start it right away, dragged it to us, sorted it out, brought beauty battalion of viktor moskalenko with the call sign sid, originally from zaporizhia, but his roots

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