My daughter Veronika was born at the beginning of the war. She is three years old, and she is more used to cannonading than silence. And in general, all local people are afraid of lull. And we are warily waiting for something. The wait is usually not long, the shells arrive and break the houses.
There are bullets mixed with gravel in our yard, and the whole roof is broken. It happened that we were in the courtyard when the shelling began. During the attacks, we all stay close to each other and move around the house in dashes.
I threw children into the house through the window to hide them.
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