Anniversary

It is hard to believe that a year has passed since the beginning of this war. If someone told me in 2021 that Russia would attack Ukraine, I would laugh at him. It seems that the very idea of war in Europe in the 21st century is complete madness. But now, a year later, the war has already become commonplace, a terrible part of reality. I remember the early days of the war when it was still hard to believe it, I remember how my family was woken up by the explosion of a rocket that fell in our area, how we spent the night in a bomb shelter under our house while the sirens were howling outside.
I remember how my brother and I walked around our holiday village - looked at the traces of fragments and bullets on the asphalt and fences, trying to imagine what was happened before here - it was not far from the famous Bucha. I remember how full of hope we were when the Russian troops retreated from the Kharkov region, from the Snake Island, from the city of Kherson. I remember how, because of the rocket attacks on the thermal power plant, we began planned outages of electricity and heat, which lasted all winter, until this week. I am proud of those who repelled the attack of the invaders in the first days of the war, who were not afraid of the second army of the world. I am grateful to those who supported my country in difficult times and spoke the truth, those who demanded that the Russian government stop this war, and those who did not lose hope and kindled hope in others. I am glad that there were people who these days showed kindness and care to refugees and our smaller brothers who lost their homes. And here we are. The war is not over, but it will definitely end. One day we will remember her as a bad dream. But until then, you have to live. Live, Ukraine!