I would like all the children who survived the war to have peaceful skies above their heads.

I was born in the beautiful city of Horlivka. Until the age of eight, I had a normal childhood.    Friendly family, a cat, a dog - like all people. But one day, when my father and I were going to to the pond, we head a loud shot. I have never head such noises before.

After that, we swiftly went to my grandmother's.    A few days later I was in another city, but due to the fact that they started shooting there, we went to Kyiv. This happened on the spur of the moment. I lived in Kyev for six months, after which I returned to Horlivka, I thought that the shelling was over. But all my hopes collapsed.

Two weeks later, we moved to Kramatorsk. I heard about this city for the first time, so I was scared when we arrived at the place. Now I live in this city.