THREE STORIES SURVIVED. IRINA MURODSHOEVA

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Three stories survived

№1. About resettlement

Two days of travel brought us to a village in the Ivano Frankivsk region. My son-in-law found us a house for free, even when it was already known how difficult it can be. We were five people, two cats, and one Labrador. Then another cat joined us 🙂

We reached the house in the evening. The landlady brought us blankets, pillows, and clean linen. She also made up our beds. Though we are adults, we felt like children at that time.

In the morning, we found washed dishes and new pots. A few days later, a woman and her husband came to the yard and brought potatoes, carrots, compote, jam, and sauerkraut. The following day, a man came and brought two dozen eggs. Then a deputy of the village council visited us to find out how we were. After he asked us if we had everything we needed and if we needed clothes or food, I cried. He cried too.

№2. About logistic

My parents did not want to go with my sister or me because they got sick of covid and generally said they felt safe at home. A week later, the situation changed, and it got scary. And even worse, we were already far away. We started thinking over the logistics.

For Denis Shemyakin to take my parents from Kyiv to Vinnytsia, it was necessary to first get to Teremki from near Kyiv. A neighbor promised to pick them up and bring them any time, and he did. Then Vlad Samko arranged for them to spend the night in Vinnytsia. Vlad’s colleague prepared dinner for my parents and gave them his bed for the night.

Then the man, who miraculously drove without companions from Uman to Ternopil, said, “I don’t know how the road will be, but I will bring them. Don’t worry.” And he did. He drove up to the entrance of the house and brought my parents to Ternopil.

In Ternopil, we picked them up and calmly drove together to the destination.

№3. About values

We collected snacks and fast food and tried to distribute them at checkpoints between villages from our car. A 4-year-old child was driving with us. When we were giving out cookies (to people at checkpoints), we heard in response, “leave it better to the child. We don’t need it.” It happened several times. We could say nothing but express our gratitude and tear up. People who have decided to defend us think that we need this food more. Although, we were going to a safer place.

People. What people we have! Love!

I want it to stay like this in the future.