Everyone at least once in their life asked themselves the question: what does peace mean to me? My world is made up of my dreams, at least that's what I thought until I was 10.
After 10, my life changed dramatically. I lost a lot of friends and a lot of bright moments in my life. It was just pain of war… But I try not to think about it.
I've been through terrible things. Because of this, I have a stutter. I certainly don't blame politics or other countries. First of all, I blame people who made a huge mistake by doing this. But it's easier for everyone to blame politics and other things. But adults should think, why your children cry at night? Why do they have to know what war is?
As a child, I wanted to become a ballerina, but the war ruined everything. I stopped communicating with my mother and started crying more.
In 2014, a shell killed a man in my presence. It's scary and painful. Nevertheless, I continue to live, continue to search for positive emotions and be happy that I am alive.
