Hello everyone who reads my blog! 😎🖤🤗

I think it's time to start telling how I left Mariupol and how my journey began.

Why did you decide to share? Because I finally started to get out of depression, think about what to do, and inspiration began to come to me. And that means I'm back to life again.

There was no love story. I am grateful to one person, if not for him, I would not exist. Let's call him "Mr. S." 🤗🥰

I want to start my story with apartment survival.
With "Mr. S." I met in reality twice, and then the war began. He called me in the morning and said: "So what? Are we going to the cinema?!" Of course it was a joke, he knew that the war had begun, explosions were heard and all the news was talking about it. We just really wanted to go to the movies, but we never did.
And then we agreed that I would move in with him and we would start to survive together. How?! Why did I agree? I didn't know him. But something pushed me to agree and I do not regret it.
"Mr. S." became the sun in the city where there was no light.

This is what the kitchen looked like during the day. We lived on the first floor. It was good, because the bombs hit the upper floors, but scary, because tanks drove along the roads and the military ran. Therefore, there were drywall and pillows on the windowsills. This is a bad defense, but there were no options.

This is "Mr. S." keeps order on the street. Constantly looked out the window, checked the situation. I made myself a viewing point out of a chair.

And it was we who decided it was time to sleep in the hallway and "Mr. S." assembled a sofa.
The corridor and the bathroom were the safest rooms in the apartments, because they were behind load-bearing walls, which were the strongest. They could protect from the shock wave and shrapnel. At that time, the cellars in the house were still closed.

And this is one of the options for how you could spend time. "Mr. S." preparing for advanced training and reading books, and I love crossword puzzles.
Candles and lanterns are so romantic.

At this time, we no longer had water and "Mr. S." traveled, risked his life to draw water from the river.
We were glad that there was gas. We heated the apartment, turned on the fire. And then the gas was turned off, it was so scary when we saw that the last gas was coming out of the stove and the fire was getting smaller.

We lived in the apartment for a week, but time passed very slowly. Then, in the area where we lived, it began to become dangerous, the explosions were very close. So we decided to survive with my mom and my godfather.

But that's a completely different story.