We were uprooted from the old earth, but they forgot to replant us. We do not bloom well and do not take root anywhere.

No, we love Kyiv, Dnepropetrovsk and Lviv. Adore. We enjoy their beauty. We are grateful for hospitality and care. But the remains of our former land, stuck to our souls, do not give us the opportunity to become happy in a new place.

We often get sick and besiege hospitals with our complaints. We are being treated, but we are not being treated, we are not taking medication, we have slowly healing fractures and we are still coughing. It is difficult with us, but we do not know what to do now.

Somehow it turned out that we are not compatible with anything other than Donetsk.

We are left between two universes.

Only you, Rinat Leonidoviyh, hear, listen and understand us! The whole Ukraine knows you. God will reward you doubly! I sincerely thank you for your help in the operation in the ophthalmological clinic No. 5 of Oleksandrivska  hospital in Kyiv.