For a quarter of a century, we were building a house for our extended family. But with the beginning of the war in Donbass, our street was in the line of fire. We were left alone. We have not seen grandchildren for 3 years.
In our house, the walls are plastered and wallpaper is pasted here and there. We didn't have time to do anything else. The war began. There was nothing to hire people for, we did everything themselves with my husband.
Our house has been under fire since the first days of the war, this is the outskirts of the city. There is the front line.
Of course, it is painful for us to see how much effort goes for nothing. I know every room here, how it was made, with what difficulty.
Staying in the house is very dangerous, so we moved to the summer kitchen. Every morning in the garden we collect "harvest" - fragments of shells. During the attacks we hide in the basement. We stayed without light for several months. And my husband needs to take a few injections a day, o take pills. But how? We can't do it without a flashlight.
My husband has a whole bunch of diseases – diabetes, chemical burns of the stomach, swollen legs. He has already got used to his helplessness and is now adjusting to life in a new way. Despite his disability, he tries to help with the housework.
We don't leave our yard. We are afraid, and our health does not allow it.
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