Hi all! 🤗
You warmly welcomed the beginning of my story and asked for continuation.
I told in the first part that I started living with "Mr. S." But when the situation in his area became very dangerous, we went to my family.
My family is two people. Mom and godfather. I love them very much.
This is me and my mom, her name is Angelica. My angel.
She is my inspiration, I am grateful to her for everything she does for me.
This is my godfather, his name is Alexander. The photo is old, but I love it.
And this is me and "Mr. S.", but this photo is from a completely different story. I hope you enjoy this story
Excuse me please, but we did not have joint photos by the time we started to survive as a four.
There was no light, we understood that it would not be possible to charge the phones. We turned them off, we wanted to save the charge. We hoped that a connection would appear and we would be able to call friends and relatives.
Therefore, some of the photos that I will show, they belong to my friends. But we all saw the same thing in Mariupol, everyone looked into the eyes of death.
These are links to their pages:
https://instagram.com/boris__shvetsov?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
https://instagram.com/makarofamily?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
https://instagram.com/oksana___shevchuk?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Oh, I forgot to say that when the four of us started to survive in a three-room apartment! + there were 7 cats and a dog in the apartment (5 cats of my mother, 1 cat of my godfather and my cats with a dog). God, poor "Mr. S.", he loves animals, but not when there are a lot of them. And it was a whole zoo.
At the beginning, explosions and shelling were heard far from where we lived. It didn't seem all that scary.
We cooked on the grill every day because there was no gas. (Now I don't like barbecue).
In Mariupol, people began to unite. Everyone began to gather in groups, to distribute responsibilities. Someone was chopping city trees and wooden windows for firewood; someone went for water, someone cooked food on fires. Water could be drawn from the stream, but it was far away, you could go to the car that brought water at the beginning, but the queues were huge. We also collected rainwater from drainpipes. And when the snow fell, we collected it and drowned it or left it in buckets and it was our refrigerator for food.
At first, we did not often go down to the shelter, only when an airplane flew by, but nothing fell nearby, everything was far away, and we lived in the center.
But people began to run out of food, pills, things. + people from the outskirts of Mariupol began to come to the city center, because everything was already on fire there and there were ruins.
So people all over the city began to loot. They opened shops, pharmacies.
I'm not proud of it, but we also had to survive. There was no food, we needed candles and flashlights, we needed toilet paper, we needed pills.
My mother was undergoing treatment for oncology, she needed special ampoules for injection. They were very difficult to get at the usual time, but here. All pharmacies are closed, the oncology center is closed. Her life depended on it.
Thank God that we found these ampoules in one pharmacy. I gave my mom injections.
By the 15th day of the war, the situation worsened. Air bombs were falling constantly. We said goodbye to life. The shells fell so close that we thought it was all for us. The walls were shaking, staggering, from the roar everything was compressed in the middle, animal fear.
The sound of the plane said that three bombs would soon fall, always three bombs. The kids in the shelter always thought they were, it was scary.
The bodies were dragged to the roads, cars drove around the city and collected the bodies.
I first saw the corpses near my mother's house when we went to look for food. It was a couple, a man and a woman, we saw them near the city university.
A day later, an aerial bomb fell on him.
On average, from 50 to 100 air bombs were dropped on the city per day.
At some point, the corpses were no longer collected, and then for the first time I saw crosses made of boards in the yards. I didn't believe my eyes.
You know, I had a feeling and still have that this is a very bad dream that does not end.
Every day we went down to the shelter more often, we began to spend the night there. At some point, we began to stay there permanently.
It was a terrible, dusty basement. There were several good shelters and they were filled with people. But these "good" shelters were then bombed. It was hopelessness.
I remember how we were sitting in the basement, dust was flying everywhere, because the children were running around. And when the light fell on the faces of the children, I saw that they were very dirty, covered in dust.
There were couples with babies (4-5 months). We all looked for baby food for them in stores.
What helped us? The four of us were always together and supported each other, we helped each other.
Sometimes I cried at night when we spent the night in the basement. At such moments, "Mr. S." hugged and comforted me. I am very grateful to him.