I came from Avdiivka to bring food to my mother. She is 88 years old. She can barely walk. Her house is like a sieve. Last year fragments pierced it through. I took my mother to my house in Avdiivka, but she is one of those who decided to return home.
She cries not for herself, but for children and grandchildren, for great-grandchildren. He wants them to be alive.
