The war started in 2014. Our family left our home. We came to stay at my grandmother's. My mother, my grandparents and I were sleeping together when shelling happened in the middle of the night. The thumping was very loud, and everyone woke up. I didn't understand anything. I was taken to the cellar.
We packed up the next day and went to stay at our grandma Nina's house in the village. Mother didn't come. I lived there with my grandparents. And even though we stayed there only for a week, I managed to find friends.
In 2015, I did not go to Donetsk on vacation for the first time. I stayed in Uspenivka. I found my best friend there and I'm still friends with her.
I wish the war would end and people would restore their homes.