"Help them. Tell about it. Let everyone know that civilians continue to be killed."

[mia]

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- Anastasiia Lapatina:

I am sure I will die soon. It is a matter of a few days. In this city, everyone is constantly waiting for death. I just want it not to be too scary. – testimony of a woman in #Mariupol
1/17

I go outside in between bombings. I need to walk the dog. She constantly whines, trembles and hides behind my legs. I want to sleep all the time. My yard, surrounded by high-rise buildings, is quiet and dead.
2/17

I'm no longer afraid to look around.

Opposite, the entrance to the one hundred and fifth house is burning down. The flames have devoured five floors and are slowly chewing on the sixth. In the room, the fire burns gently, as in a fireplace.
3/17

Black charred windows stand without glass. From them, like tongues, curtains gnawed by flames fall out. I look at it calmly and doomed.
4/17

I'm sure I'll die soon. It's a matter of days. In this city, everyone is constantly waiting for death. I just wish it wasn't too scary. Three days ago, a friend of my older nephew came to us and said that there was a direct hit in the fire department. The rescuers died.
5/17

One woman had her arm, leg and head blown off. I dream that my body parts will remain in place, even after the explosion of an air bomb.
6/17

I don't know why, but it seems important to me. Although, on the other hand, they will still not be buried during hostilities. This is how the police answered us when we caught them on the street and asked what to do with the dead grandmother of our friend.
7/17

They advised to put her on the balcony. I wonder how many balconies are dead bodies?
8/17

Our house on Mira Avenue is the only one without direct hits. He was hit twice tangentially by shells, windows flew out in some apartments, but he was almost not injured and, compared to other houses, looks lucky.
9/17

The entire yard is covered with several layers of ash, glass, plastic and metal fragments. I try not to look at the iron fool who flew to the playground. I think it's a rocket, or maybe a mine. I don't care, it's just annoying.
10/17

In the window of the third floor I see someone's face and I cringe. It turns out that I'm afraid of living people.
11/17

My dog ​​starts to howl and I understand that now they will shoot again. I stand in the daytime on the street, and around the cemetery silence. There are no cars, no voices, no children, no grandmothers on benches. Even the wind died.
12/17

There are still a few people here. They lie on the side of the house and in the parking lot, covered with outerwear. I don't want to look at them. I'm afraid I'll see someone I know.
13/17

All life in my city is now smoldering in basements. It looks like a candle in our compartment. To extinguish it - there is nothing to do. Any vibration or breeze and darkness will come.
14/17

I try to cry, but I can't. I feel sorry for myself, my family, my husband, neighbors, friends. I go back to the basement and listen to the vile iron grinding. Two weeks have passed, and I no longer believe that there was once another life.
15/17

In Mariupol, people continue to sit in the basement. Every day it gets harder for them to survive. They have no water, food, light, they cannot even go outside because of the constant shelling. Mariupol residents must live.
16/17

Help them. Tell about it. Let everyone know that civilians continue to be killed.
17/end

- Anastasiia Lapatina

[Achilleaze]

1. k and r

[mia]

2. Achilleaze

Thank you.

[Achilleaze]

3. de nada

[I_UndergroundPanther]

4. I understand how much trauma wounds

The heart,the mindand soul of a person..and how painful recovery from trauma is..


🌻🌻🌻🌻🇺🇦🌻🌻🌻🌻

[Coventina]

5. I hope there is a hell and Putin burns there. n/t