There was a water well near the bread-baking factory in Mariupol. Larysa’s husband went to get some water and a shell hit there. Some people were killed. A sniper killed a boy on Azovstalska Street. His father was standing near him in tears. He did not know how to take away his son’s body. These are just some horrors of the war the woman recalls.
It was scary to leave the house. When all the windows in their flat were broken, they ran down to the basement to the sounds of machine-gun fire. They sat on chairs there, the dust stinging their eyes.
