I came under the first shellfire. It all started with the fact that I and my aunt Yuliya were collecting sweet cherries. Aircrafts started to fly in the blink of an eye.

That day I stayed at my grandmother's in Donetsk. Grandparents were at work, so I stayed with my aunt. My grandmother lived near the airport, so I remember everything. That is, I heard and saw everything. Two shells hit our house. It was terrible! My parents could not take me home, we were very scared ...