I am from Mariupol. And my whole family is from there. I have a husband, he is retired. I have a daughter with a 2-year-old son and a 38-year-old adult son. We had a large apartment near the sea. And we had a family business – a women's clothing store. Now we have nothing. Completely destroyed apartment. Burnt shop and warehouse.

We lived in the basement of our house for a month. The Azovstal plant is 3 kilometers from us. The shelling was furious. We were most afraid of airplanes. Airplanes are death. We are still afraid of them. We cooked food on the fire in the yard. We ran out of the basement to the hearth in the breaks between shelling. Such breaks were sometimes 10 minutes long.

We fled from Mariupol on March 21. People walked as best they could. Cats were carried in carriers. Our purebred white cat died - we had no one to carry. There were no green corridors. We escaped from the city of war by a miracle. But the son remained. He was afraid that Russian soldiers would kill him at the checkpoint.

Then he went to get water in the yard. And came under heavy fire. For almost three months, he was in various medical institutions of the occupied territory - someone helped him, transported him. We managed to evacuate him in June. He is still not talking. The right hand is disabled. A plate will be inserted into his head ina hospital in Dnipro.

We rent a small house in Dnipro. We still don't know how to continue living, what to do and where to start. We are trying to get our son back on his feet. It's hard for me to ask people for alms. But we have no other way out now.

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