We left Donetsk because of the war. I was in the  second grade. Summer. Hurray! I was happy.

Someone told a joke – we all laughed and then we heard a crash. Something bombed. We thought it was an explosion at first. We were just scared.

We stayed there for two more weeks. I had a two-story bed, it was very cool, I calmly climbed in there, built a hut there. I liked everything. I kept everything there, all the toys. I miss them now, and the bed I had only  for two months.

War for me is when it is very dangerous. It was very scary.