I lived in Mariinka, on Osypenko Street, near the boarding school. But I had to leave because it is impossible to live under constant fire. And it's been a year and a half since I've seen my native walls.
I am now a migrant, living in Maksymilianovka, in a dilapidated house that has been empty for a long time. It has no roof, and the walls are falling apart. The structure is more than a hundred years old. It may not be able to withstand another blast wave.
I can't sleep well. I will always remember how much grief the war brought us. I've seen so many people die!
I live alone. Every day I think about how to provide for myself. It is great that the Rinat Akhmetov Foundation delivers humanitarian aid sets, which may save someone's life.
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