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I've just received the coordinates.

Has everybody taken aim?



Sixty. One.

Wait for the angle. Wait.

Let’s do two at once.

It’s bright.

One more. One shell for you, one for me.

—Ready? —Yes.

Thirty. Three.

—Get up, get up. —Gone.

Fifty-three. Forty-nine.

Ready.

Three hundred! Thirty! Three!





By liberating Ukraine, we'll liberate Belarus.

To cut off the enemy over a certain area

where they're trying to advance.

To stop their advance,

and to inflict colossal casualties on them.

Attention! Three hundred! Thirty! Three!

Fucking amazing!

Three hundred! Thirty! Three!

Are we done?

Fire!



What’s going on there?

Fucking rocket.

To the basement.

Go down, go down.





The fiercest battles are in the Donetsk region:

the Bakhmut direction, Avdiivka.

These areas most clearly demonstrate the madness of the Russian military command.

Day after day, for months now, they've driven

people there to die.

This is where they concentrate the maximum power of artillery strikes.

—Ready. —Fire!













4- -





If the woman were over there, she would've been thrown out.

So we need to check how the rooms were situated.

If only we knew where exactly she was.

If there's an empty space, it'll collapse

and you'll go under with it.

It happened around two to three weeks ago.

We weren't able to come because of constant shelling.

Careful with the water!

On average, it's one to five per day. It varies.

Go, go, go.

Guys, open it!

Can you open the valve?

Broken glass, it can hurt your foot.

A plane!

Run, run!

In here!

Curse you bitches!

It’s so hard.

Stay well, boys.

Thanks, gran.

Best of health and happiness.



hara is aJjva

Guys, everyone here is alive and well.

Were OK.

Shame about the school. It was a new school.





We had bread here, ready to distribute to people.

Now it's all over the floor. That's the current situation.

Yes. Not the school itself, it went in a criss-cross way.

They struck twice there and once here.

And it happened today.

It only opened last year, in September.

fha yjjjJdra/j hud 'jjunn wurur—

The children had everything here, warm water—

Go away! Go away!

This way!

It flew over.

It seemed like a missile. It’s over. Let’s go.

Guys, we’ve made a basement for ourselves.

There are no basements in the school.

We've cut the hole here, but I don't have a flashlight.

And below there is a small space where we can bend down,

at least to hide from the shelling.

How? It's difficult. But we re surviving. We need to give bread to people.

People keep coming for help. That's why we keep going to work.

We are surviving in whichever way we can.



Hi, kiddo! How's it going?

Look at you.

I can see Polina.

I can do a backbend.



I’m nervous.

What can you feel?

She misses me,

and when I come she says, "Dad, don't go away.

Dad, stay." But how can I?

I must be here and there.

But it seems I’m needed more here than there, at least for now.

Someone needs to.

\Ne're doing something.

Extinguishing the fires.

We help people.





This is the press.

Here I decided to draw spring.

Here I decided to draw my family, friends.



This here? Dad said we should keep it there

to stop the window from shattering.

It did help once during a missile strike.

The window just opened a crack,

and the bottle stopped it from flying open.

That’s why.

I’m scared my friends' homes will be bombed.

If that happens, I'll want them [the bombers] kicked out of here.

My husband and I work in the city.

We have two children.

Two grown-up sons and Sonya.

Well, see, she's a child. She should live

with more happiness than us.

So I calm her down.

I say, "It will all be rebuilt.

We'll do it. The city will be much better than it used to be."

Of course, we try to support her.

Although we're having a hard time

experiencing it ourselves.

In her class, there were 33 or 34 kids.

The only one. Everyone else has left.

One. Everyone else left.

Of course. We're very scared.

I wouldn't want a child to see all of this.

To know it all.

We’ve lived in this city all our lives.

Everything we have is here.

Everything we love is here.

To leave would be to lose ourselves.

As long as we have the strength,

as long as we’re able to,

we’ll stay here.

It will be very difficult.

Impossible.

If they could at least stop shelling us.

We hear it all day long: Boom, boom.

But that's okay. We're used to it.

Three hundred! Thirty! Three!

Nothing wakes you up in the morning better

than freshly brewed coffee

and firing mortars at bastards.

Yes, we're ready to fire.



For Makar!

Quiet, quiet.

Did you hear that sound? Tap, tap.

Either a car or a drone.

Let's go inside so no one can see us here.

Cover the mortars.

Tell them I will follow.

Fast, fast!

Shelling us, assholes.

jsAnB 'mom

Sounds like they're shelling a vehicle.

You think they've found a vehicle?

Maybe, or maybe they were firing at us.

They're fucking good. Feels like someone is spotting for them.

—OK, let’s go. —But fast.

Belarus needs us.

Faster. Carefully.

Is he heavy?



Andrii, Andrii!

Stay strong, Andrii.

They fucking turned the rifles around and— Boom!

Shock injury, doctors said.

We didn't realize anything at first. We ran fast.

\Ne thought everything was OK, but we checked

each other for injuries, you know?

Then suddenly we started to vomit.

\Ne've moved forward in some areas.

\Ne've pushed them a bit further.

Everyone is scared.

It’s terrifying for everyone.