When Skhidnyi [district] came under shellfire, we were very scared. Then there was an explosion too – we fell down to the floor. Shell fragments were falling on the roof here, and we ran down to the cellar and stayed there. Shells were everywhere: they stuck out of the road, and fell on the sides, and did not explode. They probably still lie there. Sometimes it seems to be all right, seems to be quiet, but then they start. And as soon as they start shooting, my heart starts...
Our passports have almost turned into rags, one might say. Once we go there, we need to show them and on the way back too. We are local and those who check us should remember and know us. But if you don’t have a passport, they do not let you go. God forbid, you have to carry it with you.
The nervous system is shattered, the heart too, ischemia and asthma. As soon as I retired, all my health problems got me. I got to the hospital by ambulance almost every year. I struggled to breath because of asthma. Then I was in a pre-stroke condition.
My mother and I have been living in Prymorske for about 17 years, probably. Mum is here for now. We used to have vegetable gardens. We grew radish, planted some tomatoes and then sold them.
We had everything then. The water in the well used to be sweet, but now it is just salt. We dropped gardening. We plant just something for ourselves and that’s it.
We have only one bus. But when you need to go, it is either broken down or just a small bus full of people comes to us. It is very bad with transport here.
We are thankful to Rinat Akhmetov for helping us. We had a good support. We received some aid and could make some little savings.
We hope that this war will end. Just one thought – not to have this war here.
Then, perhaps, there will be peace and quiet and there will not be so many health problems.
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