I live on the outskirts of the city in a private house. At 12:00 I went shopping at the store.
Walking down the street, I heard the sound of a fighter, but did not attach any importance to this as the fighters flew to bomb the capital of the republic every day. Looking at the sky I saw traces in the sky, this fighter released heat traps, after moments,
I saw two fighters fly over the city and start air strikes
For me it was the first time and I did not realize and did not feel the fear
I saw fighters launch bombs, one fighter knocks down military air defense and I see that it falls, another fired a warm-up hut and went up into the sky, and disappeared back from where, and flew. I got to the store, bought myself my goods and went home, walking on the way home, I digested what I saw, just as a fighter was shot down, where he bombed, where he fell and who suffered from the air strike before reaching his home. I remembered that, before the air strike, my mother called me and said that she had come as a lady. Remembering my mother ran quickly into the house, hearing the screams I ran into the pantry and heard how in the basement of the house crying mom she bent down in fright into the basement without a ladder, and when she fell she survived, cried, thought they killed me, get back from the basement already could not
I went to the garage, took the stairs and pulled my mother out of the basement, after talking with her I went down the street to my acquaintances to find out in more detail something might have become known about the air strike and the victims where he got there
after talking with people I went back home, my mother went to her daughter, my sister, she lives next door
we all sat down drank tea and I again went out into the street to the people approached a neighbor began to talk with him 14:00 we stand, we talk near the courtyard of a resident on my street
and then I hear a shot that worked some kind of air defense, and after 2 seconds I heard the sound of a fighter approaching, then fear struck me and I ran to the sister-lady in fright
at that moment when I run into the yard the fighter made an air strike from the stunning wave of the house and smashed the glass
I oshu til strong vibration, and saw a lot of a lot of smoke, dust. Running to her house, I saw how from the ceiling, from the strong vibration di the main tile disappeared running into the house, I saw that two families had time to go down to the basement. These were my sister, mother, sister husband, sister son.
I began to go down to their basement, we sat there for two hours.
Two hours later, I climbed out of the basement and went to scout after leaving the house. I found that the house did not have some glass in the windows, and in the trees I smashed branches into the trees, passing through the yard
I saw that with splinters he broke the roof of the house 30 minutes later we collected the docks of things and went to the bomb shelter which was in the kindergarten in the city at night.
I went to the surface, and went for a walk around the city with a familiar girl, we went to a local bomb shelter, and they saw a picture of them all overflowing with people, people in fear, hiding there staged a crush, stood on the surface with her little granddaughter, and could descend into the bomb shelter, they were not allowed in by a drunken inadequate frightened warrior.
My friend Vika took them to the basement of the kindergarten, and I went on to inspect the city. In the morning, when I came to the house, I saw how the broken craters from the shells of the fighter near the house, I saw how my sister’s house and my house had suffered. I knocked out two glasses in the windows with shrapnel and spoiled the roof of the house two shards flew into the windshield of my car and disheveled the seats of the car. As I became aware of the people who killed the grandfather to death, a shell hit him in the house and a woman from my street was injured. At the moment it is 4
years later this woman lives with her daughter in another city. I guess I'll finish here bye.