Photos ... I was even struck by the photos. Shown anxiety. Children on mattresses at the basement, children clutching toys to themselves, the stench of being dazed and disorientated, the stench does not understand what it is. For some of them, it's still a game. How cold are the bare walls, grown up, like they are trying to save the calm... I am a new child... I wanted to, that there was nothing. There was no way. Why do you want to win, why do you have the right to obscure your childishness, papluzhiti їhnє life? Children are not guilty of spending the night at the foothills, wandering around at the sound of sirens, seeing off the father to war and falling asleep in tears. What a goal for the fathers, like an unbearable fury and fierceness. Our life, peaceful life, their life, their childishness and the future ruinous war. It is important to note that you are aware of those who have spent a lot of shelling, having spent more than one day at the basements without light, and warmth, who have spent their fathers and houses.