Explosions and shelling near the village do not stop, especially at night. My house bears the marks of shelling, and although the roof has already been patched and the walls were repaired, it is impossible to forget it. We seem to be used to it, but we are still afraid. We do not know if we wake up next morning.

I have a lot of icons in my house, and there are rarities that are more than 100 years old. My granddaughter Tetiana believes that they will protect the family from new troubles.

Let me live in poverty, but I will know that everyone is alive and well, and no one will die.

We are not losing optimism.

Both the old and the young are tired of the war. I really want peace.