A resident of Mariupol told how her family suffered from air strikes by the occupiers. Her child and mother were injured in the shelling, and her husband died. The story of a happy family turned into the story of those who survived the blockade in just a few days.
“Our area was bombed by Gradov. When the shells flew into neighboring houses, it became clear that we had to flee. that the city is closed, we are in the cauldron. The first three days of explosions were heard, but from afar. Then hell started. A bomber has been circling over us for the second day. And you seem to be waiting to see if a bomb will fall on your house or not. Quietly. Silently. The plane is flying. Only explosions are heard. We had breakfast. Eugene says that while you need to quietly go to the car and charge the girls tablets for the evening. Everything is shaking, the walls are swaying, seconds and I understand that's all. This is it – an air bomb was dropped on us. In a murky mind, I see that Sasha and Lisa are whole. Where is Vanya, Zhenya, mom? I run to the room through the rubble. Stupor. I see my mother, she is in blood, screaming. I see Vanya. Lying on the floor.
It has windows, dust, stones and a window frame … right on the face. He lies with his eyes closed. My baby. I shout: “Vanya, Vanya son.” His eyes blinked. Alive, alive my boy. I take him in my arms, remove the frame from my mother. Her head was pierced. Eugene, where is my Eugene. I understand that if he did not come to us immediately, then something bad has happened. Around the ruin, bombers continue to fly overhead and continue to drop bombs… I see that Eugene is trying to get out 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 over us I hear: “Vanya, Vanechka, brother, open your eyes … Mom, why is his eyes closed? Mom, is he dead? ” “Donya, he's alive,” I answer.
All this time I did not know if there was any damage to my Vanya, he fell from a height from the blast wave.
Let's get out of the basement . Everything around is ruined. I see a police car, carrying Eugene. The whole street is overwhelmed, the houses around are on fire, the roads are overwhelmed with slabs and windows … This is what I saw in the movies about the end of the world . I'm barefoot. Vanya in her arms. We get in the car. Police ask Zhenya's name and year of birth. I answer and make a mistake in a month. Eugene corrects – relief. He says. So he will live. In my head the thought of living, let him in a wheelchair, let him be without legs, but let my Zhenya be alive.
Under ' we go to the hospital, it is bombed. Shells are flying over us. I run down the corridor, death is everywhere. People are lying on the floor, on wheelchairs without arms, legs, without parts of the head. Someone is crying. Someone is shouting…
The doctor examines Vanya. Soft tissues are damaged. There are many fragments on his face. I run out into the corridor – I see a wheelchair, on it my Eugene. I approach, I'm afraid to see the inevitable. Next to the doctor, I hear that Eugene answers that he can move his feet, but not with his hand. I calm down a bit. I shout that I love him. He is dissatisfied, and clenching his teeth he says go to the children. Eugene is taken to the operating room. That was the last time I saw him …
The hospital was bombed from planes all night. The operating room was smashed to pieces. The children were scared. They beat us right. One of the girls asked me, “Mom, are we going to die now?” “I don't know, honey … I don't know.” I was not scared. I then asked God to take us all away at once. To in one fell swoop. So that no one suffers. So as not to fall asleep to the plates. In order not to die in agony. I was sure we would die. Not sure just how. She was afraid that I would stay and the children would not.
March 11th. We are alive. For some reason I'm afraid to go and find out about Eugene. Mom is coming. 40 minutes long in life. We are sitting on the floor. Coldly. The smell of blood and old whitewash permeates everything around. I feed Vanya. At the end of the corridor I see my mother. Suitable. “How's Eugene?”. Legs are cotton. I think my mother will now say that Eugene is alive, but will not be able to walk. I scroll in my head as I reassure my mother, saying that the main thing is that he is alive. “ Olechka … Olya … Our Zhenya is no more. He died, Olya. He died yesterday … ”
March 11, 12, 13 is a failure in my memory. I don't remember these days physically. Mom says I was crazy. I said that now Zhenya would come and bathe the children. I don't remember anything.
The hospital was bombed for many days and nights from planes. All windows have been broken . It's cold outside. In the hospital 5 degrees. The wind is blowing everywhere. I put Vanya next to me and feel the wind blowing over him. People walk through a dark little passage between us, shuffling their shoes. Sometimes bloodied bodies are carried past …
One day a girl with a child in her arms ran there. She cried choking. I thought: strange, the baby is alive, and she is crying. It was only later that I learned that their family had also been hit by an air strike, one child had been rescued, and two others had been rescued dead from the rubble. I was in pain. For myself, for Zhenya, for her, for the children whose lives were taken away. It hurt me that I wasn't there when he was walking … I couldn't hold his hand as he held me alive … It hurt that he lay there alone and died to the sounds of bombs and hail. I didn't see Eugene dead. He is alive. He is alive to me.
Somewhere on March 16. I'm going to find one of the doctors, the nurses. The hospital is destroyed, there are almost no doctors. I find a doctor on the ground floor.
– What do you want?
– I want to see my husband.
– Where is your husband?
– He died.
– You need to go to the morgue, but it's dangerous to go there. It's across the street, they're bombing.
– Tell me where to go. I will go.
– I will take you, but I will not be able to go with you. You will come and search. They all lie there.
We go down the stairs and hear a projectile flying over us. One, two, three explosions. The doctor takes my hand and says, “I'm sorry, but I'm not going any further.”
the explosion turned back. No, I wasn't scared to die from the shell. I was scared to see my Eugene there, among the inanimate people “
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