I live on the outskirts of the village. I constantly hear explosions and, thus, I fear for my life. During the last attack, the windows in the house almost shattered when a shell flew into the neighboring yard. I only prayed to God that my house would not be destroyed, that it would not burn down.

I live alone. My husband died a long time ago, and my children and grandchildren were separated. I don't leave my house during heavy attacks. I can't hide, I can't get into the basement and I can't get out of it. It is difficult for me to move — legs fail me. Plus, my head spins all the time. I walk with two sticks I keep in the corner. I have already had two heart attacks, so I keep medication at hand. They are vital, but my supply is running low. I can hardly imagine how to survive without medication. I spend all the money on pills, so I don't have enough money for food.

I have a vegetable garden behind my house. I have worked on the ground all my life. But now it is not possible to manage such a farmstead. I'm really looking forward to my son's arrival. I can't plant anything without him.