My family and I lived in Berdyansk. I worked as an inspector at the Military Commissariat. My eldest son was a soldier. He went to war on the first day. At first, he and other soldiers waited for the delivery of weapons fromZaporozhia. But the military vehicles did not reach our city. Then all thesoldiers were taken to Zaporozhzhia. In a few days, our city was occupied by enemies.

The Russians quickly found lists of military personnel, their families, and law enforcement officers. I knew that they would come for us. First, they took my husband away for questioning. At the end of April 2022, they came to search our house. They turned everything over, took away all the deposited funds. And they ordered us to come for another interrogation in a day. We did not wait. We united with our neighbors, took an old relative and left the city. We drove through the villages, joined the column of the same fugitives and fortunately reached Zaporizhzhia.

Our old aunt simply refused to go anywhere further. My husband stayed in Zaporizhzhiato take care of her. I took our youngest son and went to Volyn. Here, good people accommodated us in their home. At first, I still worked at the military commissariat. Then the management began to gather all the workers in Zaporizhzhia. I quit. Living under shelling is scary. The younger son has withdrawn into himself: he hardly speaks and never smiles. On the way we saw many burned cars and people, it was a terrible road of death.

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Now we could usea little help while I find a job.

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