We call the bullets that we collect in the yard harvest. And we find new ones every day, because the fighting doesn't stop for a minute. We have long been used to shots and explosions.
Before the attack begins, our dog starts howling and whining. So it was a week ago when a shell exploded very close to the house, hit the coal shed.
After that, my wife and I do not risk spending the night in the house. We got tired of running to the basement every day, but there is nowhere to go.
We talk about only one thing during the long evenings — our grandchildren.
We wish they would never have to witness war. We wish they would be fine.
We've been living on our own for two years. When the war began, the children and grandchildren left the village. Overall, most of Zhovanka residents left. Only 250 people remained.
