Every day, risking my life, I come to the outskirts of Marinka to visit my home. Or rather, what's left of it.

The shell hit it, smashed the barn, the walls. So much effort was put into this house, and it was broken. We didn't have time to complete the construction. Now we feel only pain. We did our best, we built everything for our children…

Now we live in a rented house and we are afraid for our lives. We don't feel safe, because when shooting starts, we are also in danger. We have nowhere to go from Marinka.

Every day we think only how to survive. Children are afraid that our house can be hit, we just want to be alive.