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I have worked all my life in the Social Protection District Division in Donetsk. She helped many people and was a mentor to fellow colleagues.
I live in Petrovskyi rayon. I hear constant banging, explosions and shells fly over the house. I live alone, my only daughter is in Belarus. My husband, who is a war veteran, is dead. I live in a private house, but I do not go outside my yard due to my advanced age and illness (elevated blood pressure).
I don't want to go to my daughter in Belarus for a simple reason – I just won't make it there, it takes two days with changing in Kyiv. Let them kill me here…
Like all disabled people and pensioners in Donetsk, I have not received any payments since July. I spent all my savings, which I kept for my funeral, on medication. And now I do not have any savings left. You need to sign up, register, and stand in line in order to get humanitarian aid. I can't walk, I'm suffocating.
I really appreciate the care the people from the Rinat Akhmetov Foundation had to take and brought me a grocery set.
Neighbours also help, take care of them; some brought coal, some - water, others brought bread. I couldn't have done it on my own. If I had money – I wouldn't ask anyone for anything. I've never walked with with a begging bowl, I am not that person. But hunger breaks stone walls. If I had money, I would have bought some medicine. In the meantime, I have nothing to hope for but humanitarian aid.
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