I've worked in a printing company most of my life. I have already buried my daughter and granddaughter. When my son had a boy, I firmly decided that I would raise him myself. We have been living together for 10 years now.
Pasha helps in every way. I'm his only close person. We have been living under fire in Olhinka for a year now.
After World War II, everything was destroyed. But then the village was rebuilt, and life got better. We still can't believe that fate is testing us again.
We don't know how many people remained. We don't know how to collect our pensions. Bombs, mines fall right into residential buildings. We have constant power, water, and gas shortages.
But I try not to think about the bad things. I still have a grandson to bring about.