We pass through the streets of Veseloi, leaving behind the back of the house behind the house, one fate maimed by a terrible war after another. All houses are different, with different color roofs, with different patterns on the fences. But their terrible wounds unite. The wounds inflicted by the heavy artillery of the armed forces of Ukraine, mercilessly shelling residential areas of Donetsk and its suburbs.
You will not find any completely whole building here. Those simply do not. But some houses were destroyed almost to the ground. Inside some buildings there is nothing but randomly scattered piles of bricks and other debris. It is impossible not only to live here, it is even dangerous to be here for a long time - at any moment something that once was a ceiling can collapse. But people still come to their crippled dwellings to remember the time of peace, to feed their pets left here, to pay tribute to the memory of a house built with their own hands, in which a quiet and peaceful life has passed. While the war is not erased.
These people include our heroine - Maria Vladimirovna. Ukrainian shell destroyed her house after a direct hit. The shell pierced the walls, and the fragments cut the roof and everything around within a radius of several meters. If a woman was at that moment at home - she could not avoid certain death. But the sky ordered otherwise, and on that terrible day she left. Neighbors called and reported that the house was on fire. It was the neighbors who began to extinguish the fire, trying to save at least something. In the fight against fire, only the barn was defended.
A woman tells that such a terrible shock did not prevent her from completely believing in the best and hoping for the decency of people. Maria Vladimirovna's husband is now seriously ill, and it is for the sake of a life partner that a woman finds the strength and motivation to continue living and working. Fortunately, the injured woman had loving relatives, and the daughter sheltered Maria Vladimirovna at home.
However, people remain people. But officials remain officials. The woman complains that not one of the representatives of the local authorities ever came to her house to examine her, although she visited wherever she could, including the Government House. But volunteers and public organizations do not remain deaf to someone else’s trouble. Help, what can.
When you look at the burning eyes of an elderly woman, destitute and homeless, and at the same time with such enthusiasm and confidence in the future telling about plans for the future, you are amazed. You marvel at the heroism and courage of the residents of Donbass. You marvel at the strength of his women, who do not give up in the most difficult life situations. And you understand that no one will be able to conquer this people. And the phrase “Donbass nobody put on his knees, and no one was given to anyone” is not a common cliche, but the real ultimate truth dictated by life.