16 July 2015 was the most terrible day for our family. Then a shell exploded near our house and destroyed the next house. We had our double-glazed windows, roof, walls destroyed.
The real salvation was the spruce tree – it took most of the fragments on itself. Now it is a symbol of home.
To this day, my 93-year-old mother and I are still suffering from the consequences of that attack. In winter, the house gets cold, and after the rains – dampness. If it's raining, I put the basins in the hallway, because there's a broken slate roof, and there's nothing to block it. We can't not only make repairs, we have no money to buy food.
When World War II began, my mother Anastasiia Bykovska was 18 years old. She survived all the hardships of wartime — famine— and could not think that 70 years later everything will repeat.
My mother worked hard all her life. But despite the medals for work and titles, he does not receive any additional benefits.
