In besieged Mariupol I washed myself with ice water. She poked her finger through the top of the ice in a plastic bucket in the kitchen and walked into the dark bathtub.. The water was scalding and pieces of ice fell to the bottom of the bathtub.

They didn't melt there. Remained a precious reserve.

The following is the text in the original language. I came the next day, showed the light on the phone, and the ice lay there.

I took it and rubbed my hands. It was cold and hopeless.

Those who happened there, near Mariupol, seemed to be treasured forever. We will die so cold and brusque.

I was thinking about the hot water, but I still think I haven’t turned on the tap so many times, I’m sure it’s coming. I think I realized that it won’t be. I realized that it’s all.

Mom turned on the water steadily, and then, when we reached the booths, where we were waiting for the hour of shelling, she worried:.

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I said: \! Navya didn’t close it, what will happen?

\? It'll be a nightmare!

Fear came to us gradually, we were in the oven, and my mother was going through everyday problems. Their food was served unsatisfactorily. The stench of the sky has flown to us from another life. I used to dream about this dialogue.

Within just a few days, she had stopped crossing the water, because she had already realized that she would not.

She came out of the plastic bucket from the fifth one on top to the first one and placed it under the drain.

In the winter of the rain and in the air there is a kalamutny screaming flow. We then spent many hours running. Krizhanim and kalamutnym. With prickly clumps of little krizhinki and a short brood.

We couldn't help it. We were in love with the darkness. I had an intrusive idea. Take a hot shower.

I asked God: “Do you want me to die “Today I’ll have a hot shower” And this week she asked: “If I die, please don’t let it be bad”.

Ale was still dreaming about hot water. Innodi showed our bath. There, halfway up, the water was filled with clear water, warmth came from it, I added more pressure and lowered my hand.

It was so wonderful. In the basement I physically felt the warmth of the water on my right hand.

And then I fell into the heat again and I wanted to never turn back from the world.

Before the speech, there, at the polished Mariupol, I never fell ill. The body of the sky is covered with a shield against any illness.

Crawling into the chest like a little egg and sticking out its heads. Zhodna sickness could not get to me. Perhaps, the illness didn’t make sense. It's time to attack the admonitions?

Photo of Mariupol is not mine. I don't know who the author is. But I know that they were robbed by the locals who were in the area at that hour.