"The children quietly say: "The men are shooting again. "Grads" are hitting "

We decided to take a walk. We went out of the house, walked a little bit, and in the distance we heard hits. We are already used to it being somewhere far away. And then abruptly-a second one and the shells began to fell. I saw the one that hit the house near which we were. Shrapnel was hitting, and my daughter Masha was injured  in the arm. I picked her up and ran.

 We had a small kiosk there. We ran to it. In such a situation, it is impossible to fall to the ground, to think about it at all. Then I saw that everything was on fire. I didn't see the rest of the shells, I just heard a very loud noise. The child was screaming  because everything was noisy, there was horrible hum everywhere.

My friend was with me, and her child was fine. She told me: "Look, blood." I saw Masha's blood. I went home, I wanted bandage her  up so I could take her  to the hospital. And then, when I turned my hand around, I saw the shard.

I hope this will never happen again. But it's scary to stay in Mariupol. Yesterday I was in the kindergarten and saw that there were  no windows in our group. I just imagined if it was on Friday. My child...  she  would just not be there, there would be no children. It's scary to be there. That would be infanticide. They are alive  and it is the most important thing, we need nothing else.

She had an operation, and the Rinat Akhmetov Foundation brought medicines to Masha and the other children, to all the children who were injured. Medical supplies arrived immediately. I didn't spend any money. And the Foundation brought to the doctors everything that was needed later, when Masha’s treatment continued. I wrote a list of what all children and my child need, including bandages and cotton wool.

She writes everything, she manages  it. The arm, of course, gets tired and starts to hurt. Sometimes the scar reacts to the weather change.

We have a lot of shooting, you can hear it, and you can hear it very well. But people don't pay attention to it anymore. Everyone walks around. A lot of children walk on the street. Some children even run, they say: " The men are shooting again. "Grads"  are hitting". This has become commonplace for many people, no one is afraid.

People try to live a normal life, because if you are constantly afraid, shut yourself in a room and sit, this is not an option. I also worry if I hear: "Grad" will approach. Today we were raised at six in the morning, for example, all of us. We  don't even need an alarm clock...