i didn't care at the time, everyone asked me, oh, did you cry for the house, you cried even before yariied , i say damn it, what are you doing, you just don’t know what was here, what kind of house, what to cry for, it was not known whether there would be anything at all left from the crying, i had a husband here, i was worried about him life, not for the house, i was only waiting for ete, and when he told me that there was no house, we had someone at home no, but don't worry, we'll rebuild everything, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, so i didn't worry, i knew with him that i wouldn't disappear with him, and when yaroslav died, i really wanted to... home in my bedroom, and i cried, because all the things, after all, would snuggle into their own, into ours. on february 24, i woke up, then i spent the night at my grandmother's, i woke up precisely because i dreamed about the war, then dad took us away, i remember then, i have never seen this road to our house so clogged in my life, our house is located exactly in the center of events, with on one side we have hostomil, wh