I have taken the stylus in my hands many times, but it is difficult for me to collect my thoughts in order. Hard. I painted this picture all these days, on the 14th day of the war, I finished. Here are all my emotions for these terrible 14 days. This picture means a lot to me, here is all my pain and faith in victory. I will remember this day forever. The scariest day. The beginning of the war. February 24, 07:20 Call from mom: Daughter, do not worry, the war has begun, they are shooting ... After these words, I understood that trouble had come, I understood that I needed to do something, run somewhere, make decisions. And now the first siren... What to do? I replayed this situation in my head many times, it seemed to me that I knew the algorithm of actions. But, at the sound of a siren, I was confused. I had a heavy bag, backpack, 2 cats and a dog. I was holding my five year old son by the hand. We ran from the top floor down, the elevator is off.....

I pray for peace.