In March, 2022, Asya called from Mariupol to Nikolaev. For Asya it was a miracle.

Then the connection was made and Asya dialed all the numbers in a row. But only this emergency number worked. Most likely it was the State Emergency Service.

The following is the text in the original language. Asya felt: “Operator. , Mykolaiv town, what happened to you?

Asya asked: “Lieve us, be kind! Everything is really bad here. They're going to beat us in"

The woman from Mikolayev clarified: “Tell me where you are. Name the street, budynok, district"

That would be the voice from another life. More precisely, not like that. Then there was the voice of life, and Asya was in the middle of death.

Asya couldn’t believe that she was baking here behind this stake, where this place is, this place where people answer calls, ask for specific nutritional information and, perhaps, come to help if they call.

Asya confirmed: “I’m calling from Mariupol. We will be bombed and shelled. We are quietly in the basement. Login is practically impossible. There are nine people in our basement. Next to us is a dead lady, sunbathed in a kilim. I was killed by shrapnel. We can't grab it. Tell us what we should do?

The woman - the operator did not confirm. Asya thought that the connection had broken: “Hello, can you hear me Hello!

“I’m here, I can smell it,” said the woman from Mykolayiv. I locked it again. Asya realized, or rather realized, that the unknown operator, from a place in Ukraine, was crying.

They were separated by thousands of kilometers, but in reality they were separated by an endless black fight between the living Mykolaiv and the dead Mariupol.

Asya tells this story and marvels: “You see, she was crying. It wasn’t me who cried, but that woman over there. If I sensed something about Mariupol, I couldn’t say it.”.

Asya would have cried, but she would have needed to kill the child. To that Asya clarified: “Please, please let us work. We just got through to you! We have problems with our connections, our skin, our faces, our lives."

The woman asked: “You have enough water?

Asya shook her head: “Drive? We don't have any. We collected this old book, but we didn’t sing that it was clean. This water will run out. And again I sing until I cry, it’s impossible. Shoot greedily. You will help us further?

I’ll say a long pause from that side of life. And then, very often, through the chanting that is streamed: “Stretch together. Try to see"

І everything. The woman from Mikolayev said nothing more. Chi couldn't. Persha laid the rumor. Not the skin of a person can vitrimati Tak Rozmova.

Asya was angry with her because she didn’t know much. Asya could not see all the pictures of the horror that is happening in her place.

She didn’t bake the whole baby, but just a small piece of her baby with black boxes and craters on the frozen ground.

Asya lived on her street, near the basement, without any information, a number of people who didn’t know anything.

The female operator from Mikolayev knew that it was practically impossible to get out of Mariupol. To be in the middle of Asya’s place, at that time it meant death. I'm glad I could have given Asya? What to say?

People of order, they wanted to hope and explained to Asya: “What did she say Help us further?

Asya said sharply that she was still sorry: “You bitch over there.”. Didn't say anything. No one can help"

Yesterday I met Asya and she told me about this story, and then asked: “What a woman, this woman, the operator from Mikolayev, doesn’t remember me.”?

I think he remembers. That’s why I’m writing this addition. I am writing this not for Asya, but for the same lady from Mikolaev, who received a call from Asya.

I really want her to know that Asya saw, betrayed her child and got out of Mariupol.

It is important for Asya that the woman who had previously talked to her should find out that Asya is alive.

Because it seems like a shame to live, that I didn’t bother anyone, it was impossible - it was hell, worse for Mariupol. Asya, I, and those other Mariupol residents who have lived, we understand well.

Photo from the Mariupol page Destruction and Victims.