What we feared happened. Two years ago, we came out of the basement of the house to have lunch. There was no whistling or rustling, and three shells hit the house at once.
I was sitting at the table, and found myself in the hall, about three meters from the table. The younger brother, nine-year-old Kostya, died on the spot. Shrapnel severed the carotid artery.
I almost lost my left arm, the tear was down to the bone. Muscles, tendons were torn. There were 13 injuries in total. The surgeons managed to remove all the fragments. My grandmother was also injured.