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24.02.2022, Early morning - 4:15 a.m. My dream is abruptly interrupted by terrible explosions and my father's voice telling me that war has begun... Panic sets in, a state I've never been in before. With each second the explosions grew louder, more frequent, and closer. With every explosion, we were closer to death.
 Just a day ago I was an ordinary, carefree child who was only worried about preparing to defend a research paper at the Little Academy of Sciences. However, my reality had changed. An animal sense of dread that tears you apart from the inside has abruptly manifested itself. You feel like your blood is congealing in your veins. And now I'm falling to my knees, covering my head with my hands in the bathroom, where there is the protection of two walls against a deadly missile.
I feel only fear, fear for myself and my loved ones, for at any moment our lives could end. A shiver needles under your skin, and you no longer feel reality. Only uncertainty and fear, uncertainty and fear... This condition wears me down: I lose strength and faith in the possibilities, especially when I read terrible news. There are a million telegram messages about explosions and the huge amount of military equipment heading toward my city. Enemy helicopters are flying, fighteaircraft - whose wings carry death. The walls of my house are shaking and the windows are opening with the blast of falling bombs. The explosions grow closer, more frequent, and stronger. I wrap my arms around my body and a savage cold pervades my consciousness from the helplessness and the realization that there may be no tomorrow. I realize that at any moment I could lose everything I hold dear, and at some point, my life could come to an end. The feelings of the soul have accumulated inside me so much that they are pressing down with extraordinary force. From the feeling of pain and fear, I begin to "decompose" from the inside - I do not want to drink or eat, and I cannot...
Frantic phone calls to relatives who live in Kyiv, near Kyiv, in Cherkasy, and other cities, everyone is crying with the feeling that this may be the last phone call - when saying goodbye everyone was only talking about how they loved each other. There were strong explosions again, an "arrival" of enemy missiles, a pillar of smoke up to the sky in the form of a huge mushroom, like a nuclear explosion, and a terrible fiery glow. My father told me that we had hit an aviation fuel depot. There was a state of hopelessness in my soul. I never thought that at such an early age I would experience war and the death of my loved ones.



War. Dnipro. Ukraine

Early morning - 4:15 a.m. My dream is abruptly interrupted by terrifying explosions and my father's emotional voice telling me that war has begun... Panic sets in, a state I've never been in before. With each second the explosions grew louder, more frequent, and closer. With each explosion, we were closer to death.
Just a day ago I was an ordinary, carefree child who was only worried about preparing to defend a scientific paper at the Academy of Sciences of Ukraine (as a finalist in an all-Ukrainian congress), and now my reality has changed. It was as though an animal-like fear tore you apart from the inside. You feel like your blood is congealing in your veins. And now I'm already falling to my knees, covering my head with my hands in the bathroom, where there is the protection of two walls against the deadly missile. 
I feel only fear, fear for myself and my loved ones, for at any moment our lives could end. A shiver that needles under your skin, and you no longer feel the reality around you. Only uncertainty and fear... This condition wears me down: I lose strength and faith in the future, especially when I read terrible news. There are a lot of telegram messages about explosions and huge quantities of Russian military equipment heading toward my city. Enemy helicopters are flying, fighter planes - whose wings carry death. The walls of my house are shaking and the windows are opening with the blast of falling bombs. The explosions grow closer, more frequent, and stronger. I wrap my arms around my body, and a savage cold pervades my consciousness from the helplessness and the realization that there may be no tomorrow. I realize that at any moment I could lose everything I hold dear, and at some point, my life could come to an end. The feelings of the soul, have accumulated inside me so much that they are pressing down with extraordinary force. From the feeling of pain and fear, I begin to "decompose" from the inside - I do not want to drink or eat, and I cannot...
Frantic phone calls to relatives who live in Kyiv, Cherkasy, and other cities, everyone is crying with the feeling that this may be the last phone call - when saying goodbye everyone was only talking about how they love each other. Heavy explosions again, the "arrival" of enemy missiles. The pillar of smoke up to the sky in the form of a huge mushroom, like a nuclear explosion, which I had only seen on television before. The terrible fiery glow, this is the airport of Chernobaevka, which I can see from my window. My father said that we had hit an aviation fuel depot. A state of hopelessness appeared in my soul. I never thought that at such an early age I would experience war and the death of loved ones.
 


24.02.2022

A 9-year-old boy wrote a letter to his mother, who was killed.

The family tried to leave the occupied Gostomel, but the soldiers opened fire. Mom died, and the boy remained in the car, because he could not get out on his own. He was rescued by people and taken to the basement.

« Mum. This letter is a gift to you on March 8th. If you think that you raised me in vain, you are mistaken. Thank you for the best 9 years of my life! Thank you for your childhood! You are the best mom in the world. I will never forget you. I wish you happiness in heaven. I want you to go to heaven. I'll try to be good to go to heaven. I kiss you, Tolya»


Ukraine "Mom, where are you?"

Kherson. Ukraine. My hometown has been shelled every day for the past 11 months. My house was bombed with incendiary shells. My school where I studied for 11 years was destroyed. The streets I've walked on for most of my life are broken. Only fragments remained of the memories of everything that surrounded me. But people do not ask, they continue to live, to help our military. They are risking their lives to hasten the liberation of our territories. I am very grateful to everyone who helped me and my family.

At the moment, I send all my illustrations and projects to charity auctions to help children and refugees who are left alone. I want to make even the slightest contribution and help people. First of all, to convey the news events that take place in my city. 

#standwithukraine #stopwarinukraine #Ukraine #Stopputin #russiaisaterroriststate #stoprussia #україна #warinukraine #prayforukraine #зсу #славаукраїні #saveukraine #neivanmade #posterart #standwithukraine #stopwarinukraine #Ukraine #Stopputin #russiaisaterroriststate #stoprussia #україна #warinukraine #prayforukraine #зсу #славаукраїні #saveukraine #neivanmade #posterart

War. Kherson. Ukraine

From the first day of the Ukrainian people's existence, it was clear that this is a singular ethnic nation. It values its country's independence and is free in its thinking. If even in our state's anthem there is an opinion that "we will lay down our souls and bodies for our freedom, what can we say?

People in Ukraine united for their country's independence at such a difficult time. All the mass media of the world and Ukraine have talked about it. Our nation is different in spirit and "blood". We cherish our mother, respect each other in difficult times, and are ready to give the last piece of bread to a person who needs it. Ultimately, it is imperative to remain a man and adhere to one's values.

Ukraine Freedom Bird

«Children and war»

A photo of two-year-old Vera Makoviy spread around social networks around the world and became one of the tragic images of the war. In the photo, the girl has her name, surname, date of birth and phone numbers of her relatives written on her back. All this information was written with a pen directly on the skin by her mother Alexandra Makoviy aleksandra.mako #viraimama #віраімама , a resident of Kyiv, in fear that something might happen to them on the way from the Ukrainian capital - and the child would be left without parents.

Mothers have to write on the bodies of their children their names and other data. This is done so that the baby can be helped if the parents die, but he survives.


Children and war

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