Stories that you confided to us
Airplanes were flying above our house. My mother got scared, and we left for Kharkiv to my grandmother’s sister. It was cramped and we were short of space there, because it was me, my grandmother, my mother, and five or four other people living there. It was terribly tight. I was about five years old then.
War is when various cities, countries and people are at war and these people die in this war.
Peace is when everyone lives in peace, no one ever quarrels, everyone is friends, all people live in peace, friendship and harmony.
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