By the age of 29, I dreamed of a family, a good job, and a big house, but everything turned out not the way I expected. Now I live in a hospital. I learned to move around the floors on my own.
I witnessed dozens of patients replacing each other in six months. People come and go, and I just lie there. But even with a full recovery, I have nowhere to be discharged.
My house on the outskirts of Avdiivka was smashed by shells, the roof was knocked down, the frames were blown out, all the doors were blown out, the wall was filled up.
Five years ago, my parents were still alive, and I could walk. All the troubles began on the third day after the wedding, when I was in a car accident with my wife.
I got married on Saturday, and on Monday I got into a car accident. We took a taxi. My wife wasn't hurt so much. I have to move in a wheelchair...
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