I live in Izyum, Kharkiv region. I am a single mother of 4 children. I have three boys aged 14,8 and 5 and one girl aged 2. Before the war and the birth of my last child, Iworked as a confectioner. We had our own home with our children.

The Great War found us at home. Airplanes flew first. Shelling began. I had no money to go anywhere. On March 3, 2022, our house was shelled. All our windows are broken, the walls are broken, and the heating and sewage systems have broken. It is no longer possible to live in it.

First we went tolive in the church, there were many people. I had a baby in my arms. One old grandfa took us into his home. Grandpa is lonely. His house survived. We had no electricity, communication, or water supply during the occupation. Everything was closed - shops, pharmacies, hospitals. After all, there was no money. We built a wood stove and burned in it.

The terror of the population began. The occupiers imposed a 24-hour curfew. We did not leave the yard. There was nothing to eat. Sometimes Russian soldiers would throw us food over the fence or under the gate. They saw that I was with a baby carriage. At first, people's corpses were buried in yards. The dogs began to dig them up anddrag them through the streets. Then the occupiers began to transfer the corpses to that terribly famous cemetery outside the city.

Now our town is slowly coming back to life. There is electricity, communication, gas and water. In those houses that survived. Shops, pharmacies, ATMs are open. My children and I have nowhere to go, we are staying here.

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