After getting married in 2019, I moved to live with my husband in the
Kharkiv region. For 7 years, my husband and I tried to have a child.
It is difficult to describe how many difficulties we have experienced
and how much effort we have made. The only comfort was that there were
good people around. We finished our house, I managed to get my second
higher education.


And so, in the fall of 2021, we learned that we would be parents. It
is difficult to describe our happiness. We planned how we would
arrange the nursery, where I would give birth when my grandmother
arrived. The world was wonderful for us.


But  on February 24, 2022, our happiness darkened. We woke up to many
calls from relatives. It was not clear to us why we were being
disturbed at 5 in the morning.


In one voice, everyone repeated: "The war has begun! Russia has
attacked Ukraine! How are you?" The fact is that our village of
Slatine is located near the border itself. We could not believe in
military actions from Russia. Surely our country could not get into a
war situation, because we believed our neighbours were normal people -
 almost brothers and sisters. Even when tanks passed through the
village, we could not believe it. In an instant, we turned from happy
adults into frightened, confused children who did not understand how
to continue living.


 We were at home until May 3, 2022 because we believed that all this
would end as soon as possible. And they would be there now. Only I was
ready to give birth. We could not expose our daughter to such danger.
Three months have passed, and I still cry remembering how I left the
house in which I became a beloved wife and was supposed to be the best
mother. From the house where all my wishes were supposed to come true.
An unhealed wound remained in my heart.


After all, a house for a villager, which he builds with his own hands,
in which he lived for many years, full of hopes, dreams and hopes for
a wonderful future, is a family member in itself. And so we left our
beloved family home defenseless and without support. I would not wish
this experience on anyone;  the feeling of not being able to protect
what is very dear to you. We weren't worried about material things,
no. I mourned the feelings, energy, and desires we experienced in our
home.



The only thing that helped us cope with our loss was the birth of our
daughter Ironka on May 23 and the love of our relatives. From now on,
we live and rejoice in our girl, summer and good people who help
people like us to survive all the horror that is happening in our
country. Thank you to everyone who finds the strength and resources to
support those who have lost everything.