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In the mid-90s, I fled to Donetsk from Nagorno-Karabakh. This is the second war in my life.
We remember the last winter with horror – when Donetsk Oblast where we live came under heavy fire, many people were killed and injured.
When the attacks begin, my two daughters and I go down to the safest place in the dormitory. It used to be a shower room, but now it's a bomb shelter. We waited out the attacks here for several times.
The three of us live in a 12-square-meter room.
The father of the eldest daughter died, and recently I had to bury my second husband. We adhere to a strict economy mode.
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