we are waiting for the healing of ksyushin's wounded eye. she has an eye, seriously izranenkovitsa. her eye that are interfering with her. she explains to me this way, the doctors tails the stitches, and hmm, they scratch them, so she does not open her eyes. she keeps the tragedy closed on march 15th. late evening. the family was at home. the children were getting ready to go to bed , suddenly there was a deafening explosion, the shock wave knocked out doors and windows and an avalanche, glass, fragments of some dust crumbs fell on us. here it covered everything for us. i look at ksyusha. she is covered all over. this layer is all gray. finely. shattered gray glass. all i scream at once ksyusha ksyusha you, as she says, everything is fine. everything repeats. just scary scary. further, inna remembers, as if in a fog. she and ksyusha go to wash in the bathroom noise in the stairwell, the voices of the rescuers go up the porch and shout asking if there are victims, and there are victims again. that's how i realized that on each floor he goes up and asks when to our floor reached shout