From Lyuda (Day 219): Dear brothers and sisters, I didn’t sleep well and my thoughts wandered from one topic to another and kept returning to the events from the news.
It seems that during the seven months of the war we have become accustomed to the bombing, shelling and sights of destroyed cities. In a sense, this has become normal, the usual realities of war. And although we try to cope and adapt, it is impossible to get used to terror, murder, the horrors of a cruel and merciless war. Every day we witness many events, personal stories and tragedies. But some of them make our hearts stop.
Yesterday as usual our cities were bombed – Nikolayev, Kharkiv and Dnipro. In Dnipro the bombs hit a residential area and completely destroyed several buildings. When the rescue team came to that place, they found an old dog sitting on the ruins of the house. All the family died – grandmother, mother, brother (8) and sister (12). Their father serves in the army.
This is the text that one of the witnesses wrote yesterday:
“I don’t know where to start. I write, but my thoughts are confused… Today I saw hell from the inside. Sometimes it seems to us that the war is near, but it does not concern us, it passes by.
This is a story of a family that lived in my street…
There lived a family. When the war began, the mother decided to move the kids to a safer place and brought them to grandma who lived in a suburb… Today a Russian rocket flew into their house. The explosion crater is about 8 by 10 meters. People literally vanished.
Grandmother Alla, mother Natasha, daughter Vasilisa and son Ivan. No. I will be completely honest. People didn’t just evaporate. They were found on neighbors’ rooftops, on neighboring streets.
And when the rescuers arrived, the old dog Krym was sitting on the ruins and howled.
They took that deaf, blind and shell-shocked dog, to the animal shelter. And then, their father arrived. May I not continue? I saw everything with my own eyes.”
There are many stories like this and I always think – what if it happened to my family?
I thank God for making our town the oasis of peace, that no building was ruined here and the rockets that were aimed at us were destroyed in the air.
Please, pray for the man whose family died in that building. And also let’s pray for the threats of nuclear war to be just threats and not another terrible reality.
P.S. The photos from Dnipro