When the bombing of Kharkiv began, violinist Olha ran to her mother. Her house was in the north. Right on the offensive line. "The bomb exploded right at the doorstep. And my mother and I made all the mistakes we tried not to make. I'm screaming: “Mom, let's run!”. The walls are like cardboard. You can't hide,” says Olha, a resident of Kharkiv. - “We had five seconds after the bomb hit. How could we get to the basement? My mom has poor eyesight and walks badly. Something is flying near us. A bomb falls. She got a concussion. We were maneuvering between the shelling."