ONE year of being totally different
Do you know what means to be a captive in your own land?
I hadn’t imagined as much too, until I’ve heard from my friends defending our land on the east the things that don’t make me sleep at night.
It means your eyes сan be pricked out, your teeth can be pulled out, our body can be cut, if you don’t want to stand on your knees before them – Russian and Chechen terrorists, your head will cut off or you will be hanged on electric power lines. If the Ukrainian woman living in the Eastern Ukraine will dare to say something against the invaders, she may be raped and her body may be mutilated.
Sorry, for terrible words, but that’s a cruel truth, we live here in Ukraine, and nothing more poetic goes through my mind lately.
We are not afraid to die in the name of our land, the blood of which goes through our veins, We are afraid to keep on living knowing that it’s OK for the majority.
We have been sleeping in peace for years.
They haven’t slept in peace since they are born.
We didn’t sleep in peace last year.
They slept in peace last year.
We don’t sleep in the war this year.
They sleep in the war this year.
They will sleep in peace forever.
We will never sleep in peace anymore.
Photo from AR
“My dear mom don’t wait for me… The mallows grew out of my heart and flower with blood…”
“Every mom has beloved children, but my – only flowers..”
On the day of historical presidential elections in Ukraine I still have a dream…that my land will be the one and only Ukraine, my children will live in peace and will be proud of being Ukrainians