The weakest place of Oleg Sentsov is children. No torture for him is as terrible as the fact that a daughter and a son grow up without him.

But only now he started talking about it for everyone. Below is his letter, which he wanted to convey to the guests of the Pen America ceremony:.

"Prison is a meat grinder of human destinies, having got into it, you cease to believe in justice, but you do not cease to fight for it. Here everything is different, here you try to live and survive, although you feel that your real life has stayed somewhere beyond the fence. And that the real you stayed also at liberty, and put someone else. That all this is temporary, that soon everything will be resolved and change. But nothing changes and is not allowed. Finding yourself in prison, you learn to live in hope, even if it is not there.

But there is time to think. Long and many things. About how he lived and what's left after you, and whether. You start to look at yourself as if from outside, on the one who stayed there, at large. Yesterday you are looking at you today, more sober, more intelligent and in some ways even cruel. The portrait from the outside already does not seem so attractive from the inside. And how did someone like to communicate with such a person? And I want to be better than him. And all that is superfluous, superfluous and superficial disappears.. And the main thing begins to come out, then, for the sake of what it really costed to live. What can you find out only here or at war.

Understanding that those close people who were with you, the time that you spent with them and the warmth that they gave you - this is the most important thing in life. Only this remains, everything else goes somewhere and is forgotten. For nothing, you do not yearn for it anymore, as in this. Earlier it did not seem important and natural as the air, which you do not feel until you block it. Once on the street a little girl gave me a postage stamp and said that she brings happiness. I put the gift in the jacket pocket and carried it for a long time. And then happiness is lost somewhere. It's very hard to feel like a person who has lost the most important thing.

Close people are not always the ones you see every day. But children, even strangers, even those you meet once, will always be close to you. Therefore it is so unbearable to listen to children's voices, which sometimes the wind blows from behind a fence. Children - this is probably the most valuable thing that remains after us, these are those in whom we will live and after our death. Therefore, they should not spoil the life, educating them, they need only to educate themselves, and they just need to love their children. And if it turns out, teach them to two really necessary things: read books and tell the truth.

When I last visited Maidan, where people had already begun to perish, my mother said: "Why are you going there? You have two children!".

I replied that that's why I'm going there - I do not want them to live in a country of slaves. We then won, but it turned out that not yet to the end. And the struggle continues, but without me. And I'm in prison and like any prisoner, it's very difficult for me to answer a simple childish question: "Daddy, when you come back!".

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