A resident of Mariupol told how her family suffered from airstrikes by invaders. As a result of the shelling, her child and mother were injured, her husband died. The story of a happy family in just a few days turned into a story of survivors of the blockade.

" When the shells flew into neighboring houses, it became clear that we had to run. We know that the city is closed, we are in the boiler. We go to friends in the city center.

The first three days the explosions were heard, but from afar. Then hell began. A bomber has been circling above us for the second day. And it's like you're waiting to see if the bomb will fall on your house or not. Quiet. Silently. Airplane is flying. Only explosions are heard. had breakfast. Zhenya says that while it's quiet, you need to go to the car and charge the girls tablets for the evening. Everything is shaking, the walls are shaking, seconds and I understand that this is it.. This is it - they dropped an aerial bomb on us. In a cloudy mind, I see that Sasha and Lisa are safe.. Where is Vanya, Zhenya, mother? I run into the room through the rubble. torpor. I see my mother, she screams in blood. I see Vanya. Lying on the floor.

It has glass, dust, stones and a window frame. right on your face. He lies with his eyes closed. My baby. I shout: " Eyes blinked. Alive, my boy is alive. I take it in my arms, I remove the frame from my mother. She's got her head blown. Zhenya, where is my Zhenya" I understand that if he did not come running to us right away, then something bad happened.. Around the ruins overhead, bombers continue to fly and drop bombs further... I see that they are trying to get Zhenya from under our car. He doesn't move.

We go down to the basement with the children. Lisa is crying and through the roar of planes flying above us I hear: “Vanya, Vanya, brother open your eyes. Mom why are his eyes closed? Mommy he died? "

All this time I did not know if my Vanya had any injuries, he fell from a height from the blast wave.

Coming out of the basement. Everything around is destroyed. I see a police car, they carry Zhenya. The whole street is littered, the houses around are burning, the roads are littered with slabs and window panes.. I saw this in movies about the end of the world. I'm barefoot. Vanya in the arms. We sit in the car. The police ask Zhenya's full name and year of birth. I answer and make a mistake in the month. Zhenya corrects - relief. He says. So it will live. Thoughts in my head to live, even in a wheelchair, even without legs, but may my Zhenya live.

We drive up to the hospital, it's bombed. Projectiles fly over us. I run along the corridor, there is death everywhere. People lie on the floor, on gurneys without arms, legs, without parts of the head. Someone is crying. Someone is screaming....

The doctor examines Vanya. Soft tissue damage. There are many debris on the face. I run out into the corridor - I see a gurney, my Zhenya is on it. I approach, afraid to see the inevitable. There is a doctor nearby, I hear that Zhenya answers that he can move his legs, but not his hand. I calm down a little. I scream that I love him. He is unhappy, and clenching his teeth says go to the children. Zhenya is taken to the operating room. That was the last time I saw him.

Aircraft bombed the hospital all night. Operations bloc smashed to the ground. The kids were scared. They hit us right. One of the girls asked me: \? " Don't know" I wasn't scared. I then asked God to take us all at once. To in one fell swoop. So that no one suffers. In order not to fall asleep with slabs. To not die in agony. I was sure that we would die. Just not sure how. I was afraid that I would stay, but the children would not.

11th of March. We are alive. For some reason I'm afraid to go and get to know Zhenya. Mom leaves. 40 minutes of a lifetime. We sit on the floor. Cold. The smell of blood and old whitewash permeates everything around. I feed Vanya. At the end of the corridor I see my mother. Fits. \? Feet are wadded. I think that mom will now say that Zhenya is alive, but will not be able to walk.. I replay in my head how I calm my mother, I say that the main thing is that I'm alive. " He died, Olya. He died yesterday.

March 11, 12, 13 is a failure in my memory. I don't remember these days. Mom says I was delirious. I said that Zhenya would come now to bathe the children.. I remember nothing.

The hospital was bombed for many more days and nights from aircraft.. All the windows were smashed. It's frosty outside. 5 degrees in the hospital. Everywhere the wind blows. I put Vanya next to me and feel the wind blowing over him. People walk in the dark little passage between us, the rustle of shoes. Sometimes bloodied bodies are carried past.

One day in the hospital, a girl ran in with a baby in her arms.. She cried aloud. I thought: amazing, the baby is alive, and she is crying. Later I found out that their family also came under an airstrike, one child was rescued, and two more were taken dead from the rubble. It hurted me. For myself, for Zhenya, for her, for the children whose lives were taken. It hurt me that I was not there when he left.. I couldn't hold his hand the way he held me through life. It hurts that he lay there alone and died to the sound of bombs and " I have not seen Zhenya dead. He is alive. For me he is alive.

Around March 16th. I go to find one of the doctors, nurses. The hospital is destroyed, there are almost no doctors. On the first floor I find a doctor.

- What would you like?

- I want to see my husband.

- Where is your husband?

- He died.

– You need to go to the morgue, but it is dangerous to go there. It's across the street, they're bombing.

– Tell me where to go. I will go.

- I will accompany you, but I will not be able to go with you.. You will come and search. They are all there.

We go down the stairs and hear how a shell flies above us.. One, second, third explosion. The doctor takes my hand and says: "

I went a few more steps and after another explosion turned back. No, I was not afraid to die from a shell. I was scared to see my Zhenya there, among inanimate people"