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Julia, Yalta / Kiev

“ I'm worried about my parents in Crimea. Dad is diabetic and mom with a removed thyroid gland. They need to take medications all the time, they are no longer in Crimea. ”
My husband and I left Kyiv with two dogs a week before the war. My husband told me: "Julia, there will be a war, if we want to stay alive, we have to go." I just laughed and said he was stupid and pushing.
My name is Yulia, I’m 30 years old, and I can’t say exactly where I’m from anymore. The Russians took my house for the first time in 2014. I was born and raised in Yalta, moved to Kyiv at the age of 17 when I entered the university. I still haven’t been able to work out the problem of the lost house, even with a psychologist. As soon as my psychologist asks about Crimea, I’m starting to cry. Now I’m writing this and roaring too.
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Nina, Kyiv/Ternopil

“ I really hope that the war will end and I will be able to return home. And that my house will wait for me. ”
And also very It's hard that the fighting is going on where my forest, my swamp, I've been there for many years I collected mushrooms and herbs, and now they are poisoning and trampling my land.
I am 36 years old, was born in Kyiv, and lived there until recently. I am not married, I take care of a 96-year-old grandfather with dementia, a slightly younger grandmother, two cats (one with urolithiasis). I draw vector pictures for sale, old people are paid a good pension, they somehow managed before the war.
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Masha, Odesa

“ And I am glad that cafes and salons are gradually opening in Odessa, where you can get a haircut and put myself in order somehow. Thanks to this, they buy everything they need for ZSU and terooborona. ”
I realized that this world will be saved and built only by women. Men missed their chance and lost forever.
Almost a month of war has passed. I’m used to air alarms and air defense. There is no fear, only a reflex – to take cover. And if the air defense – move away from the windows. Odessa was shelled by a Russian ship from the sea the other night. I live close to the beaches, and around five in the morning I woke up from a hellish cannonade. But I was drinking corvalol at night, and I just couldn’t get up physically. I’m lying down, I hear these explosions and I think: I need to get up, wake up my mom, and then I think: well, fuck into the house, that’s how it will be, I’m tired.
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Albina, Odesa

“ I was happy before the war. I just started to get out of depression, I mastered a profession that I liked, and I enjoyed working, which was not the case in my entire professional life. And now it's all destroyed. ”
An interesting fact is that back in 2014, when Russia has organized LDNR in the Donbas, my friends and I from Mariupol often quarreled because they were pro-Russian, and I was pro-Ukrainian.
I am 35 years old. I have been living in Odesa since I was 17, before that I lived in Mariupol. I work as a data analyst. I live with 3-6 cats – depending on how it turns out to attach them. On February 24, I woke up to a call from my mother, that the war had begun. We discussed this possibility before, but I didn’t want to believe it in any way. That morning I had no stock of food, there was only enough cat food for two days, antidepressants were running out. And I’m lying in bed, hugging the cat, I hear the factory being bombed nearby, and I can’t get up. I lay there for half a day, and then I forced myself to pack that damn disturbing backpack and tape it up the windows.
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Sonya, Odessa / Kharkiv / Kiev

“ In between attacks, my friends and I ran around all the places where we could use ourselves: points of territorial defense, the military enlistment office, the Red Cross, the temple. ”
My mother called yesterday and asked me to come to her.
I’m Sonya. In April, if I’m lucky, I’ll turn 27. I am from Kyiv, but for the last couple of years, I have lived in three cities: Odesa, Kharkiv, Kyiv. There are people I love living in each of them. I am an anarchist, so I have never harbored patriotic feelings, but my loved ones now wear machine guns, uniforms, and yellow-blue chevrons. And I’m wearing plitonoski [basics for bulletproof vests], first aid kits, and tactical gloves for them.
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Nastya Kyiv / Irpen / Vinnytsia

“ On February 23, I went to bed with the idea that tomorrow I would go on vacation, ski, and spend at least a weekend in peace. ”
Now, having survived three weeks of the war, I hear a lot of good news, I believe in our victory, but next to the good news there are also terrible ones. About mass graves in Mariupol. About the shelling of maternity hospitals. About the death of children from dehydration
Hi, I’m Nastya, 22 years old. My life in Kyiv was quite carefree — if you look at it now, then for sure. I had a good job, a beautiful apartment. Two weeks before the war passed on nerves because of the escalation, but I did not believe that Russia could attack, I did not want to.
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Sasha, Kharkiv

“ A week before the war, I had nightmares and woke up in tears. "Just in case," we started making a list of things and a plan of action. At 05:30 on February 24, I woke up and heard from my husband: "It's started." ”
I am preparing a folk costume for the day of our Victory.
I’m Sasha, I’m 22, and my city is no more. A week before the war, I had nightmares and woke up in tears. “Just in case,” we started making a list of things and a plan of action. At 05:30 on February 24, I woke up and heard from my husband: “It’s started.” Somehow, immediately, without explanation, it became clear what exactly had started. There was no point in going to another area because the attacks were almost all over the country.
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Tatiana, Kyiv / Europe

“ We pray for our loved ones. ”
Now we are in Europe, we have contacted local television here, we tell them about everything that is happening in Ukraine. My husband ran 52 km to the volcano with the flag of Ukraine to collect donations to help the army.
I am an executive producer of a major international production. I shoot commercials and movies. Now I’m like in the movies myself. In a very, very scary way. We were on vacation with the children when we found out about the war. Our return tickets were cancelled and we had to stay abroad. Our relatives, friends, friends, employees are in bomb shelters, someone managed to leave. Someone died.
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Elena, Mirgorod

“ Every Ukrainian woman is a diamond! Please survive, we will rebuild everything. ”
Thank you to every Russian woman who does at least something against the war, against the violence of men against women, helps women to build their lives again. You are the rays of light!
My whole life is an attempt to escape from violence. The father, according to the textbook, isolated the mother and subdued her. The child, that is, I was part of the plan “you will not run away, wife.” Sleep deprivation, flinching at every knock, deprivation of money, food, beatings, hospitalization, marital rapes behind the wall, poor conditions in which it was necessary to exist, study, be a good girl. Neighbors, relatives, other people who can’t help with anything, with their problems, requests to suffer more quietly, not to scream at night when they try to break the wall with your head. Useless militia.
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Maria, Sevastopol / Kiev / Transcarpathia

“ I have nightmares. An atomic bomb falling on our block. Severed children's hands that knock on the window. ”
he days were even going too fast somehow… It seems that 2-3 days have passed, and already more than two weeks.
My name is maria. I am 28 years old. I am originally from Sevastopol, but I have lived in Kyiv for the last 5 years. The roots of my whole family are in Russia. Great-grandfather came to rebuild Sevastopol after the war, then took the whole family here. Every year on May 9, he took me to the Victory Day parade. And I always knew that the most terrible thing that can happen in a person’s life is war. I looked at the veterans, I saw that every year there were fewer of them. I was proud that I was the daughter of the people who saved the world from the “fascist infection” at a huge, simply monstrous price. Like many other Ukrainians, on February 24, I woke up to the sound of an explosion. In Kyiv, at 5:30 a.m.,
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