I always sleep in clothes. It's been the 12th year. Through Russian scum.
It started with Luhansk region, autumn 2014. Then I first saw the war. Happiness was constantly covered with fire. And I learned to sleep in uniform, in Berzi.
In the early days, even in armor and helmet. With a machine in your hands, suddenly some DRG.
Then it missed, the person is getting used to everything. Even to terror. Even to children under rubble. First shock, then news ribbon. We cut life further.
In a few weeks, she stopped waking up at the front even from massive blows. Fatalism comes, if yours - you will not get anywhere. But not yours, then sleep, so cook. A couple of hours remained, or even less.
But Paranoia was still. Shower, toilet. Places where you are naked and helpless. You try to wash quickly, to pry too. Suddenly right now. And you are naked, wet, in a mile.
But you get used to the front. And then you get off. At night, death was flying very close to death. She lay and thought someone would no longer wake up today. Maybe it's me.
The pulse accelerated, breathing too. She was removing how the body reacts.
Calm down, she told herself as then, for the first time - if your time, then pray and let go. And as today is not yours - it is sleep. Get up soon.
In the morning, a close girlfriend was recruited. It has passed the whole war since 2015. She started in hospitalists, then the hardest fighting 22 and 23.
He says: they hid at night with a dog in the bath. Not that scary, unpleasant. I got bored. And there did not wake up when the tank of the neighboring house collapsed ...
Terror must be shown. Especially now that we are tried to bend and sell more than ever. When the world presidents with world dictators in conspiracy to play us as a pawnship on a chessboard. When the power of truth does not act, but the right of the strong.
When there is no fairness for us. No, forget. We are betrayed.
When our people, our children under the rubble are only our pain.
Photo, video of terror is the only way not to forget about us. To make decent people around the world to remember us. To fight for us, especially pressure on their politicians.
In the world where sets are recruited by millions of views and video of children crippled by Russians - several thousand.
Such a world, such rules of the game. Either surrender or fight. I always chose to fight.
But even in the battle against the darkness of evil, it is necessary to preserve the light of humanity.
The more evil, the harder it is to preserve.
I want to publicly address one of the most talented photographers of today Yevgeny Maloletka. I am grateful for your work, your war shots have objectively influenced the world. You can shoot so that people take off the tones of different identities - national, age, religious, professional shirts. And they reach your own skin, which you will no longer remove. They remember their basic firmware - a person.
And as a living and mortal person - living and mortal people begin to sympathize. Sympathize and give your hand help.
If you ever get my turn at night - you can use my body to break the body for further fight. To squeeze weapons to survive others.
You can shoot in any angle. Once upon a time I accepted that this war would last longer than my life. And most of all, I will have to die.
I also accepted that my favorite country would squeeze everything out of me. It seems to me that they only calm down here when your body kicks black soil and yields. And not always.
But I ask you for all the sake of all of us - do not make such frames anymore. Or at least a blurry face.
In the war with absolute, total evil, we need to preserve human dignity. We need to stay people.
Sincerely.
