Mariupol resident Maya Sh. , who managed to escape from the surrounded city, spoke about the situation in it. Her woman describes with a single word - horror. Maya's story published by site 0629.

The woman said that the family fled from the blocked city at their own peril and risk, without waiting for either the corridors or the ceasefire, because to stay meant to die. You can also die on the road, but it gives at least a small chance of salvation.. For those who remain in the city, there is practically no such chance..

We lived on Troitskaya street. The last week has been just pure horror and hell. Bombing - almost non-stop. In different parts of the city. There is not a single whole house left around us.

March 13 at night we said goodbye to life. The shells fell so close that we thought it was all for us. The walls literally shook, staggered, everything was compressed inside from the roar, such an animal fear. Fear for your child.

When we left the house in the morning, we saw that an air bomb had flown into the neighboring 51st. She completely destroyed the house. There were rocket hits in a neighboring house on the other side of us. We then quickly packed our things and drove towards the village of Moryakov. It was bombed the day before, and temporarily it was quieter there.

When we left, we found out that three shells hit our house at once....

We spent the night in the village of Moryakov at the house of my friend, and on the morning of March 14 we got into the car and drove out of the city.

I encouraged all my friends who still had cars and gas to ride together.. A fairly large column formed. I understood that we might not get there, that we might be shot, we might run into a mine or come under fire from “grads”, but I also understood that we would die in Mariupol. And you have to take risks.

On the morning of March 14, we left Mariupol.

We drove from the village of Moryakov, through Portovskoye, Melekino and further to Berdyansk. Russians were already standing in Shirokaya Balka.

We got to Berdyansk without any problems.. There was a mined area near Melekino, the mines were clearly visible, we drove around the field. But we moved on quietly. We got to Berdyansk without much difficulty.. But we decided not to go to the city. We were afraid that we would get stuck there, that they would not let us out.. And so we moved on.

Road information is transmitted only through word of mouth. We were told that there was fighting on the Zaporozhye highway, so we did not go in that direction, but moved in the direction of Tokmak.

We also got to Tokmak relatively calmly.. There were no shelling. Russian checkpoints are everywhere. I will say right away that they did not mock us, they spoke without rudeness, with the exception of a couple of cases. Inspected the car, checked the documents. Some even asked, how is the “Pentagon” (the popular name of one of the districts of Mariupol - ed.. Well, that is, at some checkpoints there were local. young boys. And I kept trying to look into their eyes. I wanted to understand how it is in general, to go kill your own, shoot, level the city in which you yourself once lived, or have been more than once.

I didn't see anything in those eyes. I'll probably never understand it. Although some told us to leave and never come back.

The most difficult thing began after Tokmok, because no one really knew where to go. We moved to Kamenskoe. A bridge was blown up there, but there is a bypass path across the field. It's scary because the field is mined. But there is a run-in track, you have to go strictly along it.

After Kamensky we went to the Ukrainian checkpoint. They didn't let us through. Everyone there was very surprised that we left Mariupol. While we were being tested, the fight began. We stood for an hour and a half on the track and mentally said goodbye to life again, because “grads” were flying over us, automatic bursts were heard. My daughter had a nervous breakdown, she began to breathe heavily, I was afraid that her heart could not stand it now.

But then the firefight subsided, the crews of the patrol police drove up to us, and then they escorted our convoy all the way to Zaporozhye. That is, after Kamensky, our path was already calm.

We traveled to Zaporozhye for 11 endless hours!

In the city we were taken to the circus building. There we were met, fed, began to determine for the night. To different places. My daughter and I went to kindergarten. For the first time in two weeks we were able to sleep. Today we moved on, to a safer place.

I think that all this horror that our children have experienced will not pass without a trace for their health.. But I'll think about it later. Now it's important to survive.