I was born on April 30, 1940 in Donetsk. I was the only child in my parents' family. In 1941, the Great Patriotic war began. My father went to the war, and I was raised by my grandmother and mother. Dad was captured and spent a year and a half in a concentration camp. After his release, he came home disabled, lost a third of his stomach from constant torture, beatings and starvation. After graduating from school, I went to work at a Coke plant in Donetsk. There I met my future husband Myroslav, who came from Belarus.

We had a wedding. We lived with our parents, built, settled down slowly. I gave birth to two sons. My parents are dead already. My husband and I raised our children. They have their own families, children, and grandchildren. One son lives in Russia, and the other  is in Donetsk. My husband and I retired. We were raiding our  grandchildren.

When the war in the Donbas started in 2014, my husband and I came to Atarohnativka, to my father's house, and lived here in the village. We had  goats, chickens, and a small household.

For nine months, we did not receive a pension, and we lived on humanitarian aid from the Rinat Akhmetov Foundation. My husband Myroslav suddenly fell ill and died, and I was left alone. Thanks to people, they helped me a lot here  - to  bury my husband, to arrange resettlement, because we had a Donetsk residence permit.

I live alone now. I am 78 years old. My children can't help and can't come because of the military situation.

I had an operation against the background of all these events, oncology. I feel good now. There are very kind, responsive people who help me and constantly take care of me. Many thanks to the Rinat Akhmetov Foundation for not forgetting about such people who are on the line of demarcation and helping us with food packages. I wish you peace, happiness, health and success.