The war took the lives of my precious people - son, daughter and son-in-law.
Every weekend I come to them to the cemetery. In addition to the pain of loss, we still live in constant dread. When everything around flies and explodes, it seems that everything is going to fall apart.
I hold on only for the sake of my grandchildren. Senior one is already an adult, studying at university, the younger lives with me. Vanya deeply misses his parents, especially mom. But he tries not to lose heart; he supports me, helps me with the housework. Pensions and social payments for the support of two children are barely enough.