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Photo project "2014".
From the author.
Hello!
I am Kateryna Mostova, photographer. I lived in Luhansk from 1992 to 2014.
I want to tell you about the idea of the photo project "2014", and how it was born.
In 2014, the Russian Federation annexed the Crimean peninsula and launched military aggression in the Donbas.
During this conflict, 13,000 Ukrainian citizens died (according to official figures). About 3.5 million people had to change their place of residence (people who left for territories controlled by Ukraine, the Russian Federation and other countries).
Being inside this conflict, I never ceased to be surprised at the absurdity of what was happening and until the last I refused to believe that this was possible.
And I also had a very large circle of acquaintances and so many wild stories, as in 2014, I have never heard.
But we were all in this information field, everyone was passing stories to each other about common acquaintances, their stay "in the basements", about "squeezed out" or destroyed property, who, where and how he left, and who did not leave and will never leave again, because the person is gone...
It is now 2022, time is ticking, we are building lives in other cities and countries.
At the very end of 2021, I witnessed how a displaced person from Lugansk shared her story with people from other cities who have nothing to do with Crimea or the East. And how surprised I was with the reactions and response - people were very touched by her story, because people didn’t know anything about it - neither about cellars, nor about robberies, nor about the blockade of Luhansk, nor about what the residents directly had to deal with.
I realized that many people draw information from the news, and there are often only dry facts and figures. But behind each of these figures are human destinies. We often see a person, communicate nicely with him, but we don’t even suspect what he had to go through and what grief to go through, that you need to be very careful with his fragile feelings.
The next day, the idea for this photo project came up. The idea is to show the human side of statistics. The idea is to share the personal. The idea of documenting at least a small grain of this huge story. The idea is to show how traumatic experience can become the foundation for development and the beginning of personal transformations.
This project has become a serious challenge for me: how to talk to people, knowing what pain and tragedy they have behind them? How not to traumatize them again, evoking memories? How to arrange and show it correctly?
To give structure to the project, I came up with some broad questions and asked them to each participant.
I have known many of the participants for a very long time and personally, I also knew their stories, but still I cried again, reading them, while preparing the project. Some of the participants were unknown to me and joined after the announcement of the project in social networks.
This project is a documentary, not a feature. My main task in it, I saw to provide an invaluable opportunity for participants to share their stories. I did not change the structure, manner and style of presentation, I only corrected some errors and typos. However, I changed some of the personal details of several members at their request for security reasons. Also, I did not evaluate the level of sincerity and did not check the facts. She didn’t set the language limits either (However, I was glad that some gave answers in Ukrainian. I recalled a phrase heard in the process of preparing the project from an adult native of Kyiv: The main "Bandera's" people are you, from the East!). It just gave everyone a chance to speak. But my personal opinion may not coincide with the opinion of the participants.
I also doubted whether I wanted to share my story (after all, it was not some kind of terrifying, although I experienced such feelings, of course) and how to arrange it? However, after many shared very personal experiences, my doubts disappeared and I decided to become a member of my own project.
I also found photos (many from my old phone) of the city of Lugansk in 2014. I will attach them to the project for the sake of completeness and to illustrate some of the stories.
I am grateful to everyone who decided to take part, because these are mostly very personal stories and extremely traumatic experiences. And, probably, the reactions will be mixed.
And participation required concentration, time and arrival at the photo studio for a photo. Thank you for doing this and sharing!
Thanks to you, this project deserves to become an exhibition or a book!
According to the Ministry of Social Policy of Ukraine, at the end of summer 2021, almost 1.5 million IDPs from Donbass and Crimea were officially registered in Ukraine. I will share the stories of 14 of them.
Photo project "2014".
From the author.
Hello!
I am Kateryna Mostova, photographer. I lived in Luhansk from 1992 to 2014.
I want to tell you about the idea of the photo project "2014", and how it was born.
In 2014, the Russian Federation annexed the Crimean peninsula and launched military aggression in the Donbas.
During this conflict, 13,000 Ukrainian citizens died (according to official figures). About 3.5 million people had to change their place of residence (people who left for territories controlled by Ukraine, the Russian Federation and other countries).
Being inside this conflict, I never ceased to be surprised at the absurdity of what was happening and until the last I refused to believe that this was possible.
And I also had a very large circle of acquaintances and so many wild stories, as in 2014, I have never heard.
But we were all in this information field, everyone was passing stories to each other about common acquaintances, their stay "in the basements", about "squeezed out" or destroyed property, who, where and how he left, and who did not leave and will never leave again, because the person is gone...
It is now 2022, time is ticking, we are building lives in other cities and countries.
At the very end of 2021, I witnessed how a displaced person from Lugansk shared her story with people from other cities who have nothing to do with Crimea or the East. And how surprised I was with the reactions and response - people were very touched by her story, because people didn’t know anything about it - neither about cellars, nor about robberies, nor about the blockade of Luhansk, nor about what the residents directly had to deal with.
I realized that many people draw information from the news, and there are often only dry facts and figures. But behind each of these figures are human destinies. We often see a person, communicate nicely with him, but we don’t even suspect what he had to go through and what grief to go through, that you need to be very careful with his fragile feelings.
The next day, the idea for this photo project came up. The idea is to show the human side of statistics. The idea is to share the personal. The idea of documenting at least a small grain of this huge story. The idea is to show how traumatic experience can become the foundation for development and the beginning of personal transformations.
This project has become a serious challenge for me: how to talk to people, knowing what pain and tragedy they have behind them? How not to traumatize them again, evoking memories? How to arrange and show it correctly?
To give structure to the project, I came up with some broad questions and asked them to each participant.
I have known many of the participants for a very long time and personally, I also knew their stories, but still I cried again, reading them, while preparing the project. Some of the participants were unknown to me and joined after the announcement of the project in social networks.
This project is a documentary, not a feature. My main task in it, I saw to provide an invaluable opportunity for participants to share their stories. I did not change the structure, manner and style of presentation, I only corrected some errors and typos. However, I changed some of the personal details of several members at their request for security reasons. Also, I did not evaluate the level of sincerity and did not check the facts. She didn’t set the language limits either (However, I was glad that some gave answers in Ukrainian. I recalled a phrase heard in the process of preparing the project from an adult native of Kyiv: The main "Bandera's" people are you, from the East!). It just gave everyone a chance to speak. But my personal opinion may not coincide with the opinion of the participants.
I also doubted whether I wanted to share my story (after all, it was not some kind of terrifying, although I experienced such feelings, of course) and how to arrange it? However, after many shared very personal experiences, my doubts disappeared and I decided to become a member of my own project.
I also found photos (many from my old phone) of the city of Lugansk in 2014. I will attach them to the project for the sake of completeness and to illustrate some of the stories.
I am grateful to everyone who decided to take part, because these are mostly very personal stories and extremely traumatic experiences. And, probably, the reactions will be mixed.
And participation required concentration, time and arrival at the photo studio for a photo. Thank you for doing this and sharing!
Thanks to you, this project deserves to become an exhibition or a book!
According to the Ministry of Social Policy of Ukraine, at the end of summer 2021, almost 1.5 million IDPs from Donbass and Crimea were officially registered in Ukraine. I will share the stories of 14 of them.
Anastasia, 75 years old, pensioner.
Lugansk
Lugansk
1. How was your summer 2014? What prompted you to stay or leave?
The summer of 2014 was alarming. The occupier came to my land. I couldn't leave my disabled brother in the occupation, but where could I take him? No to Russia, but where to Ukraine?
The summer of 2014 was alarming. The occupier came to my land. I couldn't leave my disabled brother in the occupation, but where could I take him? No to Russia, but where to Ukraine?
2. What is your story or the story of your loved ones you would like to share? What was an unforgettable experience?
July 2014. Heat. The air seemed to freeze.
Electricity, water, communication are missing.
Every day with a neighbor begins with a hike.
The path of 5 kilometers in one direction is short and at the same time endless, we can come under fire from militants.
Our path runs inside the quarters between the houses, avoiding prying eyes and major roads. In the same way, with bottles filled with water, we return to our home.
The only one is our transport assistant "tailor".
We are carrying this treasure (water) - I am on the 4th floor, my neighbor is on the 5th. Towards evening, militants start shelling civilians and their homes from behind the forest strip. People are confused, depressed. Communication with relatives is broken - there is no coverage. Everyone wants to know what lies ahead, what about relatives, where are they?
We knew where ours was, but not with them.
My neighbor got hysterical. She cries like a small child who has lost her loved ones. I ask: - What happened?
The stream of tears suddenly disappeared. The face as in a statue and with an alienated look says in a calm voice: "I have decided everything. I do not want to live constantly in fear and see the occupier too. I will jump from the 5th floor and everything will end."
I say in a cold voice, "I didn't know you were a selfish person the world had never seen before. Yes, the war is over for you, everything is happening here. Have you thought about your children, grandchildren, mother, sister? Your children will be there until the end of their life." life to blame yourself for leaving you in Luhansk. Because you wanted to protect your junk, children from looting, help your sister take care of an old mother? ".
I did not expect such a reaction, but my speech affected her like a cold shower. I have never heard anything like it from her.
July is over. August replaced it. The war continues.
The heat is like in the desert. There are no rain clouds in the sky, only the stench and smoke from the shots. Water, electricity, communication are missing. Gas is not everywhere. People come together because it's better to survive, to help each other. At once it is visible who is who.
There are almost no people on the streets of the eastern quarters of the city, only about a hundred people in the market. Some sell others buy something.
I hear a shout, a column of Russian paratroopers is going on the BMP. Russian flags on combat vehicles. Rainbow smiles on the faces of the defenders of the "Russian world". The crowd froze. They stand like at a funeral. Gray face, eyes lowered to the ground, only two young people kindly welcome the invasion. I can't stand this silence - a cry of complete hatred bursts from my chest: "Russia is an occupier! Get out of my city!" Squeak - the gun turns in my direction. Rashist's grin turns into a grimace. You can read on my face - their help is not expected here. Someone's hand jerked me with such force that I almost fell. This was my neighbor Elena. The crowd froze, waiting for the shots. But they were not.
A plan to fight the occupier has already been born in my head.
The racists occupied my city, but not everyone was conquered.
The plan that matured in my head was gradually being realized.
Every evening, under the light of a sunlight, she wrote pro-Ukrainian leaflets measuring 6 × 3 cm: "Russia is the occupier, Luhansk is Ukraine, Ukraine will not leave us" and drew Ukrainian flags.
She distributed all this treasure in places where people gathered - the market, the doors of the entrances of high-rise buildings, electrical panels.
Arranged a conversation with the residents in such a way as to know who they support. Traitors - their data entered in the list. I learned where the troops and equipment were located.
My work in the rear was gradually moving forward. The question was how to transfer this data to our Ukrainian military.
Just approaching the checkpoint is a risk.
So, in February 2015, she returned from Lysychansk to Luhansk. The road at that time was long and took more than one time.
A young beautiful woman with blue eyes was sitting next to him on the bus.
Those eyes radiated pain, separation, grief. We talked. Yes, she saw death, blood, the ruins of homes, constant anxiety because her girls were nurses. First aid was provided and wounded soldiers were evacuated to planes, while those were taken to Dnipro or Kharkiv hospitals.
Natalie asked: "How are you in Luhansk?"
I replied: "We lose in the information field."
Rashists posted leaflets on each trunk of the house: "Russia, brother, the Russian-speaking population will never leave and will protect from the Banderas. Russia will help make Donbass a little Switzerland."
Natalie, you understand the cards I need, and our defenders should know everything that's going on there. Please help. You have my phone number, let them know. I will cross the militant checkpoint tomorrow. It was as if God himself had heard me. In the evening of the same day, I spoke with the military of the Aidar Battalion.
Thus began my underground reconnaissance work in the enemy's rear.
I refused to get acquainted with other volunteer assistants of the Ukrainian army who lived in Luhansk at that time. Agreed on the method of transmitting information: the accumulation of military equipment, military and their movement in conventional words that only the commander knew. These data should be transmitted even in the presence of militants immediately.
Twice a month I met with the commander at the base. The passage through the militant checkpoint was very busy and sometimes lasted up to 7 hours. The crowd of people could stretch 800 meters from the monument to Prince Igor to the bridge over the river Seversky Donets (Description of the checkpoint in Stanitsa Luganskaya - Author's note). People moved in a column of 10 people in a row. It was a diverse crowd, more elderly - retirees who moved to Stanytsia Luhanska, and some further to get a pension, buy cheap quality products. Most were happy with the occupiers - a pension in Ukraine and in Lugano. They hoped that Russia would accept Donbass into its bosom as Crimea.
In Stanitsa, the commander met me with his family and we went to the base.
There she sent a photo report of the work done and received another batch of postcards. Sometimes I asked the commander to make postcards the size of a palm and self-adhesive.
I returned to Luhansk with a new batch of postcards.
At the militants' checkpoint, all the things from the bag were laid out on the table. There were pro-Ukrainian leaflets in the items that the militants carefully checked. Everyone was checked, with the exception of fruit and vegetable suppliers, because they paid. They were let through without queuing. About the successful crossing of the checkpoint, I called the commander from the bus, these were the words: "Sun, I'll be home in 10-15 minutes, prepare something to eat, because I'm very hungry." So the commander knew that everything was fine. For my comrades, I bought a uniform of militants, seven cards, replenished the account - it was necessary for raids on the occupied territory.
She distributed leaflets in all districts of the city. More than a thousand leaflets have been distributed in three years. The cards were different. There were also appeals to the militants with telephone numbers to go to the side of Ukraine to fight against the Russian occupier.
It was painful to watch the occupier shoot civilians in broad daylight. So on one of the summer days of 2014 in broad daylight at the intersection of st. The militant's car stopped at Budyonny Korolyov, fired a grenade launcher at people, and continued its movement. Hands, feet, heads flew in different directions. The militants did not cover the bodies until Russian reporters arrived. They didn't even look for that car. There were many of them at that time. It was said that it was the Ukrainian-speaking citizens who were destroying Russian-speaking citizens. Among the dead was an acquaintance of mine. Her relatives live in Boryspil.
And this is not one case, but everything is being blamed on Ukraine.
Then captivity.
3. How has 2014 changed your life?
My life was divided before the war, life in the occupation, captivity and life after captivity.
4. If you had the opportunity to return in 2014, would you do something different? If so, what?
I did so, I would be more careful and I would continue to fight against the occupier with my defenders.
5. How do you feel in your life now? Are you sorry about something?
Like a bird released from a cage and its wings cut off.
Their actions are impressive on the part of the authorities, the words - you didn't have to climb (to help the Ukrainian army fight against the occupier) are the army that receives money, they have to do it and then they would not suffer,
We were equated with IDPs, with the thief Eremenko and those who were in a group of fighters "Dawn".
I'm sorry ?? It's like looking from which side.
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far forward?
There are many plans, as in "Napoleon".
To achieve the legalization of my work with Ukrainian intelligence, to return everything that was taken away and most importantly, my neighbor and I dreamed of seeing when the racists will be punished and apologize to us Ukrainians.
Electricity, water, communication are missing.
Every day with a neighbor begins with a hike.
The path of 5 kilometers in one direction is short and at the same time endless, we can come under fire from militants.
Our path runs inside the quarters between the houses, avoiding prying eyes and major roads. In the same way, with bottles filled with water, we return to our home.
The only one is our transport assistant "tailor".
We are carrying this treasure (water) - I am on the 4th floor, my neighbor is on the 5th. Towards evening, militants start shelling civilians and their homes from behind the forest strip. People are confused, depressed. Communication with relatives is broken - there is no coverage. Everyone wants to know what lies ahead, what about relatives, where are they?
We knew where ours was, but not with them.
My neighbor got hysterical. She cries like a small child who has lost her loved ones. I ask: - What happened?
The stream of tears suddenly disappeared. The face as in a statue and with an alienated look says in a calm voice: "I have decided everything. I do not want to live constantly in fear and see the occupier too. I will jump from the 5th floor and everything will end."
I say in a cold voice, "I didn't know you were a selfish person the world had never seen before. Yes, the war is over for you, everything is happening here. Have you thought about your children, grandchildren, mother, sister? Your children will be there until the end of their life." life to blame yourself for leaving you in Luhansk. Because you wanted to protect your junk, children from looting, help your sister take care of an old mother? ".
I did not expect such a reaction, but my speech affected her like a cold shower. I have never heard anything like it from her.
July is over. August replaced it. The war continues.
The heat is like in the desert. There are no rain clouds in the sky, only the stench and smoke from the shots. Water, electricity, communication are missing. Gas is not everywhere. People come together because it's better to survive, to help each other. At once it is visible who is who.
There are almost no people on the streets of the eastern quarters of the city, only about a hundred people in the market. Some sell others buy something.
I hear a shout, a column of Russian paratroopers is going on the BMP. Russian flags on combat vehicles. Rainbow smiles on the faces of the defenders of the "Russian world". The crowd froze. They stand like at a funeral. Gray face, eyes lowered to the ground, only two young people kindly welcome the invasion. I can't stand this silence - a cry of complete hatred bursts from my chest: "Russia is an occupier! Get out of my city!" Squeak - the gun turns in my direction. Rashist's grin turns into a grimace. You can read on my face - their help is not expected here. Someone's hand jerked me with such force that I almost fell. This was my neighbor Elena. The crowd froze, waiting for the shots. But they were not.
A plan to fight the occupier has already been born in my head.
The racists occupied my city, but not everyone was conquered.
The plan that matured in my head was gradually being realized.
Every evening, under the light of a sunlight, she wrote pro-Ukrainian leaflets measuring 6 × 3 cm: "Russia is the occupier, Luhansk is Ukraine, Ukraine will not leave us" and drew Ukrainian flags.
She distributed all this treasure in places where people gathered - the market, the doors of the entrances of high-rise buildings, electrical panels.
Arranged a conversation with the residents in such a way as to know who they support. Traitors - their data entered in the list. I learned where the troops and equipment were located.
My work in the rear was gradually moving forward. The question was how to transfer this data to our Ukrainian military.
Just approaching the checkpoint is a risk.
So, in February 2015, she returned from Lysychansk to Luhansk. The road at that time was long and took more than one time.
A young beautiful woman with blue eyes was sitting next to him on the bus.
Those eyes radiated pain, separation, grief. We talked. Yes, she saw death, blood, the ruins of homes, constant anxiety because her girls were nurses. First aid was provided and wounded soldiers were evacuated to planes, while those were taken to Dnipro or Kharkiv hospitals.
Natalie asked: "How are you in Luhansk?"
I replied: "We lose in the information field."
Rashists posted leaflets on each trunk of the house: "Russia, brother, the Russian-speaking population will never leave and will protect from the Banderas. Russia will help make Donbass a little Switzerland."
Natalie, you understand the cards I need, and our defenders should know everything that's going on there. Please help. You have my phone number, let them know. I will cross the militant checkpoint tomorrow. It was as if God himself had heard me. In the evening of the same day, I spoke with the military of the Aidar Battalion.
Thus began my underground reconnaissance work in the enemy's rear.
I refused to get acquainted with other volunteer assistants of the Ukrainian army who lived in Luhansk at that time. Agreed on the method of transmitting information: the accumulation of military equipment, military and their movement in conventional words that only the commander knew. These data should be transmitted even in the presence of militants immediately.
Twice a month I met with the commander at the base. The passage through the militant checkpoint was very busy and sometimes lasted up to 7 hours. The crowd of people could stretch 800 meters from the monument to Prince Igor to the bridge over the river Seversky Donets (Description of the checkpoint in Stanitsa Luganskaya - Author's note). People moved in a column of 10 people in a row. It was a diverse crowd, more elderly - retirees who moved to Stanytsia Luhanska, and some further to get a pension, buy cheap quality products. Most were happy with the occupiers - a pension in Ukraine and in Lugano. They hoped that Russia would accept Donbass into its bosom as Crimea.
In Stanitsa, the commander met me with his family and we went to the base.
There she sent a photo report of the work done and received another batch of postcards. Sometimes I asked the commander to make postcards the size of a palm and self-adhesive.
I returned to Luhansk with a new batch of postcards.
At the militants' checkpoint, all the things from the bag were laid out on the table. There were pro-Ukrainian leaflets in the items that the militants carefully checked. Everyone was checked, with the exception of fruit and vegetable suppliers, because they paid. They were let through without queuing. About the successful crossing of the checkpoint, I called the commander from the bus, these were the words: "Sun, I'll be home in 10-15 minutes, prepare something to eat, because I'm very hungry." So the commander knew that everything was fine. For my comrades, I bought a uniform of militants, seven cards, replenished the account - it was necessary for raids on the occupied territory.
She distributed leaflets in all districts of the city. More than a thousand leaflets have been distributed in three years. The cards were different. There were also appeals to the militants with telephone numbers to go to the side of Ukraine to fight against the Russian occupier.
It was painful to watch the occupier shoot civilians in broad daylight. So on one of the summer days of 2014 in broad daylight at the intersection of st. The militant's car stopped at Budyonny Korolyov, fired a grenade launcher at people, and continued its movement. Hands, feet, heads flew in different directions. The militants did not cover the bodies until Russian reporters arrived. They didn't even look for that car. There were many of them at that time. It was said that it was the Ukrainian-speaking citizens who were destroying Russian-speaking citizens. Among the dead was an acquaintance of mine. Her relatives live in Boryspil.
And this is not one case, but everything is being blamed on Ukraine.
Then captivity.
3. How has 2014 changed your life?
My life was divided before the war, life in the occupation, captivity and life after captivity.
4. If you had the opportunity to return in 2014, would you do something different? If so, what?
I did so, I would be more careful and I would continue to fight against the occupier with my defenders.
5. How do you feel in your life now? Are you sorry about something?
Like a bird released from a cage and its wings cut off.
Their actions are impressive on the part of the authorities, the words - you didn't have to climb (to help the Ukrainian army fight against the occupier) are the army that receives money, they have to do it and then they would not suffer,
We were equated with IDPs, with the thief Eremenko and those who were in a group of fighters "Dawn".
I'm sorry ?? It's like looking from which side.
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far forward?
There are many plans, as in "Napoleon".
To achieve the legalization of my work with Ukrainian intelligence, to return everything that was taken away and most importantly, my neighbor and I dreamed of seeing when the racists will be punished and apologize to us Ukrainians.
Sergey, 52, manager of a coffee company.
Lugansk.
1. How was your summer 2014? What prompted you to decide to leave or stay?
The summer was spent in Luhansk (private sector). He witnessed hostilities, lived with his wife for almost 2 months without electricity, water or communication. The decision to leave due to the inability to work as before.
Lugansk.
1. How was your summer 2014? What prompted you to decide to leave or stay?
The summer was spent in Luhansk (private sector). He witnessed hostilities, lived with his wife for almost 2 months without electricity, water or communication. The decision to leave due to the inability to work as before.
2. What story or story of your loved ones would you like to share? What left an indelible impression?
There are many stories, it is impossible to tell everything. Were at the epicenter of artillery duels, a lot of impressions.
There are many stories, it is impossible to tell everything. Were at the epicenter of artillery duels, a lot of impressions.
3. How has 2014 changed your life?
We really began to appreciate each other and our relationship, we began to look at life's problems differently (compared to the war).
We really began to appreciate each other and our relationship, we began to look at life's problems differently (compared to the war).
4. If you had the opportunity to go back to 2014, would you do something different? If so, what?
If so, what? I would not change anything. If he had returned in 2012, he would have sold the house. )
If so, what? I would not change anything. If he had returned in 2012, he would have sold the house. )
5. How do you feel in your life now? Are you sorry for something?
Moral devastation.
Moral devastation.
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far ahead?
I do not plan for more than 3-4 months.
I do not plan for more than 3-4 months.
Julia, 60, retired.
City
City
1. How was your summer 2014? What prompted you to decide to leave or stay?
In the hot summer of the 14th, I, like many, left my city in flip-flops and shorts for two weeks…
In the hot summer of the 14th, I, like many, left my city in flip-flops and shorts for two weeks…
2. What story or story of your loved ones would you like to share? What left an indelible impression?
I came to see what and how at home after the first Minsk. And already on November 14 she participated in humanitarian projects of international organizations to ensure and equal access to water, sanitation and hygiene for the needy: women, families with children, the elderly. This continued for two years, while international humanitarian missions could be accredited by local "administrations".
It is not true that everyone who wanted to left. There are different circumstances. Life is life, even in uncontrolled territories. Its quality is another matter.
I came to see what and how at home after the first Minsk. And already on November 14 she participated in humanitarian projects of international organizations to ensure and equal access to water, sanitation and hygiene for the needy: women, families with children, the elderly. This continued for two years, while international humanitarian missions could be accredited by local "administrations".
It is not true that everyone who wanted to left. There are different circumstances. Life is life, even in uncontrolled territories. Its quality is another matter.
3. How has 2014 changed your life?
In my city there was my becoming, as a citizen, as a person, here I made valuable and human choices, became mature. And I cannot leave this City, because here is a part of my heart, my soul, my mind, my views and my love. How to get it out of there? Maybe at 30 I could still…
And all this time I was endlessly thinking about where I am on this line of events, looking for people like myself to understand and understand ... And became a member of a dialogue group. Here, participants on both sides of the line of demarcation in professional facilitation could openly and safely express their vision of the situation and problems, their thoughts on a possible solution to the conflict, to discuss what the future might be. And first of all, talk about coexistence. These were difficult conversations, when interacting with another became a personal challenge, effort and pain, because it is difficult for us to talk to the Other. Especially in a conflict. And now I think that I can take the first step, to understand, without sharing views, to make possible the coexistence of seemingly incompatible, to get closer. And this is the merit of dialogues.
In my city there was my becoming, as a citizen, as a person, here I made valuable and human choices, became mature. And I cannot leave this City, because here is a part of my heart, my soul, my mind, my views and my love. How to get it out of there? Maybe at 30 I could still…
And all this time I was endlessly thinking about where I am on this line of events, looking for people like myself to understand and understand ... And became a member of a dialogue group. Here, participants on both sides of the line of demarcation in professional facilitation could openly and safely express their vision of the situation and problems, their thoughts on a possible solution to the conflict, to discuss what the future might be. And first of all, talk about coexistence. These were difficult conversations, when interacting with another became a personal challenge, effort and pain, because it is difficult for us to talk to the Other. Especially in a conflict. And now I think that I can take the first step, to understand, without sharing views, to make possible the coexistence of seemingly incompatible, to get closer. And this is the merit of dialogues.
4. If you had the opportunity to go back to 2014, would you do something different? If so, what?
Bitter disappointment and regret over the insolvency, immaturity, and economic dependence of businesses and politicians who have never seen the region as part of Ukraine have always gravitated toward the northern neighbor. In the 14th, they did not even plan to fight for territory, with the deafening approval of the information-zombied electorate, surrendering them.
Bitter disappointment and regret over the insolvency, immaturity, and economic dependence of businesses and politicians who have never seen the region as part of Ukraine have always gravitated toward the northern neighbor. In the 14th, they did not even plan to fight for territory, with the deafening approval of the information-zombied electorate, surrendering them.
5. How do you feel in your life now? Are you sorry for something?
Now we are working with the members of the dialogue group to create a comic "About Dialogues". For me, this is a completely new format, previously unknown to me, but very interesting. With this information product, we want to show the possibilities of dialogue in the peace process.
And we are also trying to map (Provide, depict in the form of a map. - Author's note.) The mood of people on both sides of the line of demarcation regarding possible reintegration processes. And we see how complicated and ambiguous everything is ...
The Capsules project was very important and significant for me in the inter-dialogue process. It was a photo exhibition of icons of a master woodcarver from a temporarily uncontrolled area. In six cities of Ukraine, where the exhibition took place, I, together with visitors, tried to expand my own vision, to understand its content and boundaries; complement it with the vision of others and see the like. I tried to understand what was happening to us and to the reality in which we all found ourselves. Is the space common, or is it polarized?
And I think that human values (culture, art, environmental component - as a soft power) is the space of common ground that can reduce the degree of polarization.
Now we are working with the members of the dialogue group to create a comic "About Dialogues". For me, this is a completely new format, previously unknown to me, but very interesting. With this information product, we want to show the possibilities of dialogue in the peace process.
And we are also trying to map (Provide, depict in the form of a map. - Author's note.) The mood of people on both sides of the line of demarcation regarding possible reintegration processes. And we see how complicated and ambiguous everything is ...
The Capsules project was very important and significant for me in the inter-dialogue process. It was a photo exhibition of icons of a master woodcarver from a temporarily uncontrolled area. In six cities of Ukraine, where the exhibition took place, I, together with visitors, tried to expand my own vision, to understand its content and boundaries; complement it with the vision of others and see the like. I tried to understand what was happening to us and to the reality in which we all found ourselves. Is the space common, or is it polarized?
And I think that human values (culture, art, environmental component - as a soft power) is the space of common ground that can reduce the degree of polarization.
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far ahead?
Man always lives with Hope. So I try to look for a space of common ground through dialogue, joint, albeit small, activities that will allow us to build the future
Man always lives with Hope. So I try to look for a space of common ground through dialogue, joint, albeit small, activities that will allow us to build the future
Valentin, 64, retired.
Lugansk.
1. How was your summer 2014? What prompted you to stay or leave?
In 2014, he was the chairman of the district election commission for the election of the President of Ukraine from Petro Poroshenko (the 5-th President of Ukraine - Note. aut.) on v / o № 105 (Artemivsk and Kamyanobrid districts of Luhansk), where he organized elections and opposed the so-called "referendum", in addition was the chairman of the regional organization of the Ukrainian People's Party. At around 4 pm on May 15, a group of militants was warned that I was going to the DEC to arrest me.
Lugansk.
1. How was your summer 2014? What prompted you to stay or leave?
In 2014, he was the chairman of the district election commission for the election of the President of Ukraine from Petro Poroshenko (the 5-th President of Ukraine - Note. aut.) on v / o № 105 (Artemivsk and Kamyanobrid districts of Luhansk), where he organized elections and opposed the so-called "referendum", in addition was the chairman of the regional organization of the Ukrainian People's Party. At around 4 pm on May 15, a group of militants was warned that I was going to the DEC to arrest me.
2. What is your story or the story of your loved ones you would like to share? What was an unforgettable experience?
Viktor ZORYA from Krasny Luch: worked as the head of the city's voter register department and was the head of the city organization of the UNP political party - climbed to the roof of the city executive committee to renew the state flag removed by the separatists. The naive thought that this was the hooliganism of local buffoons, not the beginning of a full-scale Russian aggression against Ukraine. The mayor has already publicly stated that he wants to see Putin's tanks on the streets of the city, and three natives of Krasny Luch became ministers of the first so-called "LPR" government. He was arrested, beaten with batons in the basement of the city executive committee and thought he had been killed. The cleaners took out the unconscious body, and in the trunk of the "shuttles" going to Kharkov for the goods were taken out of the city. 29.07.2014 In July, he came to me in the Luhansk-1 battalion, where he was a deputy of the personnel, barely alive and blue from the beatings. They withdrew from him and enlisted in the b-with, with which Victor passed the military path until 2016. Now he continues to fight in the Armed Forces.
Viktor ZORYA from Krasny Luch: worked as the head of the city's voter register department and was the head of the city organization of the UNP political party - climbed to the roof of the city executive committee to renew the state flag removed by the separatists. The naive thought that this was the hooliganism of local buffoons, not the beginning of a full-scale Russian aggression against Ukraine. The mayor has already publicly stated that he wants to see Putin's tanks on the streets of the city, and three natives of Krasny Luch became ministers of the first so-called "LPR" government. He was arrested, beaten with batons in the basement of the city executive committee and thought he had been killed. The cleaners took out the unconscious body, and in the trunk of the "shuttles" going to Kharkov for the goods were taken out of the city. 29.07.2014 In July, he came to me in the Luhansk-1 battalion, where he was a deputy of the personnel, barely alive and blue from the beatings. They withdrew from him and enlisted in the b-with, with which Victor passed the military path until 2016. Now he continues to fight in the Armed Forces.
3. How has 2014 changed your life?
Life before the war and after the war. His father fought: he grew up on his memories of the horrors of war, trenches, mud, the smell of festering wounds, the death of friends. Educated as a historian, political scientist and sociologist, he never believed that there would be a war with Russia.
But still happened I!
Alexander Paskhaver said that we, like Jews, need to learn to live next to the GREAT danger (they have an Islamic world that does not want to see a Jewish state in our country - an empire with a crazy leader who does not want to see an independent Ukraine).
4. If you had the opportunity to return in 2014, would you do something different? If so, what?
I don't want to change anything, my main problem is age (65), and convictions for possession of weapons - so I can't go to war again in this country.
Life before the war and after the war. His father fought: he grew up on his memories of the horrors of war, trenches, mud, the smell of festering wounds, the death of friends. Educated as a historian, political scientist and sociologist, he never believed that there would be a war with Russia.
But still happened I!
Alexander Paskhaver said that we, like Jews, need to learn to live next to the GREAT danger (they have an Islamic world that does not want to see a Jewish state in our country - an empire with a crazy leader who does not want to see an independent Ukraine).
4. If you had the opportunity to return in 2014, would you do something different? If so, what?
I don't want to change anything, my main problem is age (65), and convictions for possession of weapons - so I can't go to war again in this country.
5. How do you feel in your life now? Are you sorry about something?
I do not regret anything. In the future, the man did not bother to complain…
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far forward?
Yes, I plan to be socially active and help Ukraine's attitude, no matter how pathetic it may sound: I will still be able to talk to young people and hold weapons in my hands.
GLORY TO UKRAINE!
I do not regret anything. In the future, the man did not bother to complain…
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far forward?
Yes, I plan to be socially active and help Ukraine's attitude, no matter how pathetic it may sound: I will still be able to talk to young people and hold weapons in my hands.
GLORY TO UKRAINE!
Kateryna, 39, photographer.
Lugansk.
1. How was your summer 2014? What prompted you to decide to leave or stay?
Summer was full of cognitive dissonances, to put it mildly. And it was that summer that I realized HOW wrong I could be!
But I think it's worth telling something from earlier periods.
I was born, like many, in the USSR. Namely - in Moldova. When I was 10, my parents divorced and my mother and I moved to Luhansk (she was from the Luhansk region). After Chisinau, I was very sad in Luhansk - cold, gray and no tasty fruit for you (it was the 90s, then the situation was like this). But over time, she somehow got used to it, although she always felt like a stranger there.
In 2014, I completed my third higher education in Photography. She was fascinated by her underwater diploma project. Many people were involved in the project - make-up artist, hairdresser, models, assistants. We had the first shootings at the end of January. I clearly remember in what a heavy mood everyone came. A sense of impending catastrophe. I sincerely believed that everything would be fine and would soon return to normal, I tried to convince everyone of this. Filming and this project kept us busy (there was a lot of preparation) and we tried not to go crazy in what was happening.
I also went swimming in this pool 3 times a week. He was 200 meters from the square in front of the SBU building. Initially, on the sidewalk near this square (although it was rather a big crossroads), a tent with the inscription "Holy Russia" was set up, near which a couple of grandmothers and some crazy guy were constantly "hanging out" (I don't know how tolerant this word is now). They just stood there with crosses and candles. It would be very strange to go with them to find out something. And on the house near the tent were pasted handwritten posters with errors about the need to save the children of Donbass. It all looked extremely absurd.
One day the wheels and many machine gunners were brought up. Soon they seized the SBU building, the buildings of the other state structures and border outposts (particularly disgusting seized the border area in the Mirny quarter (sleeping area of Lugansk) - when the "militia" with machine guns broke into people's apartments and fired at their windows for a long time). The realization came that as we organize promotions (advertising was my main activity at that time in Luhansk), some agencies organize revolutions. Everything was as per the notes. There was no Ukrainian army in the city.
Lugansk.
1. How was your summer 2014? What prompted you to decide to leave or stay?
Summer was full of cognitive dissonances, to put it mildly. And it was that summer that I realized HOW wrong I could be!
But I think it's worth telling something from earlier periods.
I was born, like many, in the USSR. Namely - in Moldova. When I was 10, my parents divorced and my mother and I moved to Luhansk (she was from the Luhansk region). After Chisinau, I was very sad in Luhansk - cold, gray and no tasty fruit for you (it was the 90s, then the situation was like this). But over time, she somehow got used to it, although she always felt like a stranger there.
In 2014, I completed my third higher education in Photography. She was fascinated by her underwater diploma project. Many people were involved in the project - make-up artist, hairdresser, models, assistants. We had the first shootings at the end of January. I clearly remember in what a heavy mood everyone came. A sense of impending catastrophe. I sincerely believed that everything would be fine and would soon return to normal, I tried to convince everyone of this. Filming and this project kept us busy (there was a lot of preparation) and we tried not to go crazy in what was happening.
I also went swimming in this pool 3 times a week. He was 200 meters from the square in front of the SBU building. Initially, on the sidewalk near this square (although it was rather a big crossroads), a tent with the inscription "Holy Russia" was set up, near which a couple of grandmothers and some crazy guy were constantly "hanging out" (I don't know how tolerant this word is now). They just stood there with crosses and candles. It would be very strange to go with them to find out something. And on the house near the tent were pasted handwritten posters with errors about the need to save the children of Donbass. It all looked extremely absurd.
One day the wheels and many machine gunners were brought up. Soon they seized the SBU building, the buildings of the other state structures and border outposts (particularly disgusting seized the border area in the Mirny quarter (sleeping area of Lugansk) - when the "militia" with machine guns broke into people's apartments and fired at their windows for a long time). The realization came that as we organize promotions (advertising was my main activity at that time in Luhansk), some agencies organize revolutions. Everything was as per the notes. There was no Ukrainian army in the city.
From the bright insights of 2014.
My grandmother, my father's mother, was a real "Bandera" and spent 12 years living in a labor camp, and then 10 years she could not return to Western Ukraine, so she and her husband and children moved to Lutugino, where they lived very hard and poor.
Well, yes, we had a strange family - one grandmother spent her youth in a labor camp, and another cried when Stalin died. So, she (the one from the West) told me as a child about how her spine was broken twice in the camp and what she had to go through, and how she doesn't like "Muscovites" because of it. I, in turn, thought that she was just an "outdated grandmother" and this can not be, because times have changed and there is no USSR a long time ago. We have Russia 40 km from Luhansk and everything is fine: we watch Russian channels, we speak Russian, no one offends us, "peace, friendship, chewing gum."
What naive judgments these were ...
I left Luhansk on June 26, 2014, for 4 days, then changed the return ticket for another "3 days", but the day I had to return, the bus station was bombed and I got a call from several acquaintances who explained (with cries and tears), why don't you have to go back. And a couple of days later, strings of relatives and friends came to us, to the Dnieper, for whom we were a transshipment base, because many did not understand where to go next and how to act? And so the summer of 2014 passed.
2. What story or story of your loved ones would you like to share? What left an indelible impression?
Fighting began around the city in the spring. In the summer, active fighting began in the city.
Since the beginning of August, there has been no water, electricity, food or medicine in Luhansk. Summer in Luhansk is always very hot - scorching sun, very rare precipitation. There are a lot of empty apartments left, in which refrigerators have thawed, meat has rotted in the heat ... and in many apartments, abandoned animals and pets have died.
There were constant shelling of the center and other areas of the city (this is a separate story).
I went to Luhansk for a second truce in early September. It was necessary to drive the car, pick up warm clothes and a cat (he was with relatives for 2 months).
I will never forget this trip.
Lack of communication, electricity, water (there was barely in our area), curfew, destroyed buildings, mostly elderly people on the streets. Fear floating in the air.
The most horrible thing was to meet acquaintances, who during these 2 months of blockade and shelling, lost a lot of weight (not everyone had stocks of food for so long, and money in general) and aged 20 years, and they had a completely different expression than before. I will not be able to put it into words correctly, but in their eyes there was grief, hopelessness and fear. I literally felt it on my skin.
And the infinitely sad realization that you can leave here, and many do not.
It was half a day in the city (after 19 there was a curfew) and I had to visit some people and do a lot of things.
I was not at home in the center of the guys I wanted to visit. She stood for a while, waiting for them, on the balcony of the porch, which overlooked the courtyard. In the yard, people were cooking on the fires (there were electric stoves in this house), discussing who and how much was behind the humanitarian. A thin and sad dog was running around the yard, torn from the chain and with the same chain. The children played ball. I had frostbite on my skin from such "household" scenes. Went on.
Visited relatives (we lived in neighboring houses), met acquaintances. One told how he even had to help load the corpses (he just rode past on a bicycle), because he was "asked" to help, because there was no one else.
Then she met a familiar, very intelligent and pleasant woman.
She asked:
"Where are you?"
- In the Dnieper.
She took my hand and with tears in her eyes told no one to talk about it, because everyone is "knocking" and can take "to the basement."
At that time, based on the location where you left, we drew conclusions and your views. And if you, for example, in Rostov, then ok, but in the Dnieper is not ok. Although many people I met in my area were happy to see and ask, and many did not even like my answer, they still communicated well with me.
At night the city was pitch dark and completely silent. Very unusual for the city. It was extremely uncomfortable.
We left the next morning with adventures and rumors that the "city is being closed" and no one will be allowed to leave from today ...
The road through the forest, checkpoints, checkpoints, checkpoints (I think there were 14 of them for our road), then the asphalt erased by tanks ... I look up at the next checkpoint, and here "PTN PNH" (it is reduction from Ukrainian "Putin f**k off" - Note. aut.) and above the flag of Ukraine is drawn ...
I cried.
3. How has 2014 changed your life?
The years 2104 and 2016 were extremely stressful for me, but I was very lucky - in difficult times, family, friends, acquaintances and strangers lent a hand.
On the way "from Lugansk" I met a lot of worthy and beautiful people. It affected me very much.
I remember in Luhansk there was a feeling when there were fights (still on the outskirts of the city), the windows in the apartment rattled, when sirens sounded at enterprises day and night, it seemed to me that the whole world "killed" us, that this can not be that everyone "doesn't care". Although my social networks were full of messages of support, it didn't get any easier. It became easier when I left. First to the Dnieper, then to Kiev. On my way I met a lot of good and noble people who helped in many ways and restored my faith in humanity. Now I try to do the same when there is an opportunity. Definitely became more empathetic, raising a normal person.
There have been many transformations, but the main change has been a conscious desire to take responsibility for what is happening in your life.
4. If you had the opportunity to go back to 2014, would you do something different? If so, what?
I began to answer this question, but then I realized that it was pointless, because, as they say, minced meat can not be rolled back.
So no, I will leave everything as it is, but I will try to leave the past in the past.
5. How do you feel in your life now? Are you sorry for something?
I like my life. I feel whole. There are new ideas, projects and forces to implement them.
I would like to do it in a peaceful environment.
I feel sorry, of course. I regret that we will never gather again with the family "pre-war" composition at our dacha (house out of the city - Note. aut.). I regret that so many people have to left over the years that some have not even had (or will not) be able to say goodbye, and some will no longer be able to bring flowers to the grave.
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far ahead?
I plan, but not for very long.
But thinking about the future has become much more than before.
After all I have experienced, I have a feeling that I will cope with all the challenges that will arise in life, and solutions will be found.
After all, as my friend said: "While we are alive, much is still possible!". I regret that so many people have left over the years that some have not even had (or will not) be able to say goodbye, and some will no longer be able to bring flowers to the grave.
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far ahead?
I plan, but not for very long.
But thinking about the future has become much more than before.
After all I have experienced, I have a feeling that I will cope with all the challenges that will arise in life, and solutions will be found.
After all, as my friend said: "While we are alive, much is still possible!"
My grandmother, my father's mother, was a real "Bandera" and spent 12 years living in a labor camp, and then 10 years she could not return to Western Ukraine, so she and her husband and children moved to Lutugino, where they lived very hard and poor.
Well, yes, we had a strange family - one grandmother spent her youth in a labor camp, and another cried when Stalin died. So, she (the one from the West) told me as a child about how her spine was broken twice in the camp and what she had to go through, and how she doesn't like "Muscovites" because of it. I, in turn, thought that she was just an "outdated grandmother" and this can not be, because times have changed and there is no USSR a long time ago. We have Russia 40 km from Luhansk and everything is fine: we watch Russian channels, we speak Russian, no one offends us, "peace, friendship, chewing gum."
What naive judgments these were ...
I left Luhansk on June 26, 2014, for 4 days, then changed the return ticket for another "3 days", but the day I had to return, the bus station was bombed and I got a call from several acquaintances who explained (with cries and tears), why don't you have to go back. And a couple of days later, strings of relatives and friends came to us, to the Dnieper, for whom we were a transshipment base, because many did not understand where to go next and how to act? And so the summer of 2014 passed.
2. What story or story of your loved ones would you like to share? What left an indelible impression?
Fighting began around the city in the spring. In the summer, active fighting began in the city.
Since the beginning of August, there has been no water, electricity, food or medicine in Luhansk. Summer in Luhansk is always very hot - scorching sun, very rare precipitation. There are a lot of empty apartments left, in which refrigerators have thawed, meat has rotted in the heat ... and in many apartments, abandoned animals and pets have died.
There were constant shelling of the center and other areas of the city (this is a separate story).
I went to Luhansk for a second truce in early September. It was necessary to drive the car, pick up warm clothes and a cat (he was with relatives for 2 months).
I will never forget this trip.
Lack of communication, electricity, water (there was barely in our area), curfew, destroyed buildings, mostly elderly people on the streets. Fear floating in the air.
The most horrible thing was to meet acquaintances, who during these 2 months of blockade and shelling, lost a lot of weight (not everyone had stocks of food for so long, and money in general) and aged 20 years, and they had a completely different expression than before. I will not be able to put it into words correctly, but in their eyes there was grief, hopelessness and fear. I literally felt it on my skin.
And the infinitely sad realization that you can leave here, and many do not.
It was half a day in the city (after 19 there was a curfew) and I had to visit some people and do a lot of things.
I was not at home in the center of the guys I wanted to visit. She stood for a while, waiting for them, on the balcony of the porch, which overlooked the courtyard. In the yard, people were cooking on the fires (there were electric stoves in this house), discussing who and how much was behind the humanitarian. A thin and sad dog was running around the yard, torn from the chain and with the same chain. The children played ball. I had frostbite on my skin from such "household" scenes. Went on.
Visited relatives (we lived in neighboring houses), met acquaintances. One told how he even had to help load the corpses (he just rode past on a bicycle), because he was "asked" to help, because there was no one else.
Then she met a familiar, very intelligent and pleasant woman.
She asked:
"Where are you?"
- In the Dnieper.
She took my hand and with tears in her eyes told no one to talk about it, because everyone is "knocking" and can take "to the basement."
At that time, based on the location where you left, we drew conclusions and your views. And if you, for example, in Rostov, then ok, but in the Dnieper is not ok. Although many people I met in my area were happy to see and ask, and many did not even like my answer, they still communicated well with me.
At night the city was pitch dark and completely silent. Very unusual for the city. It was extremely uncomfortable.
We left the next morning with adventures and rumors that the "city is being closed" and no one will be allowed to leave from today ...
The road through the forest, checkpoints, checkpoints, checkpoints (I think there were 14 of them for our road), then the asphalt erased by tanks ... I look up at the next checkpoint, and here "PTN PNH" (it is reduction from Ukrainian "Putin f**k off" - Note. aut.) and above the flag of Ukraine is drawn ...
I cried.
3. How has 2014 changed your life?
The years 2104 and 2016 were extremely stressful for me, but I was very lucky - in difficult times, family, friends, acquaintances and strangers lent a hand.
On the way "from Lugansk" I met a lot of worthy and beautiful people. It affected me very much.
I remember in Luhansk there was a feeling when there were fights (still on the outskirts of the city), the windows in the apartment rattled, when sirens sounded at enterprises day and night, it seemed to me that the whole world "killed" us, that this can not be that everyone "doesn't care". Although my social networks were full of messages of support, it didn't get any easier. It became easier when I left. First to the Dnieper, then to Kiev. On my way I met a lot of good and noble people who helped in many ways and restored my faith in humanity. Now I try to do the same when there is an opportunity. Definitely became more empathetic, raising a normal person.
There have been many transformations, but the main change has been a conscious desire to take responsibility for what is happening in your life.
4. If you had the opportunity to go back to 2014, would you do something different? If so, what?
I began to answer this question, but then I realized that it was pointless, because, as they say, minced meat can not be rolled back.
So no, I will leave everything as it is, but I will try to leave the past in the past.
5. How do you feel in your life now? Are you sorry for something?
I like my life. I feel whole. There are new ideas, projects and forces to implement them.
I would like to do it in a peaceful environment.
I feel sorry, of course. I regret that we will never gather again with the family "pre-war" composition at our dacha (house out of the city - Note. aut.). I regret that so many people have to left over the years that some have not even had (or will not) be able to say goodbye, and some will no longer be able to bring flowers to the grave.
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far ahead?
I plan, but not for very long.
But thinking about the future has become much more than before.
After all I have experienced, I have a feeling that I will cope with all the challenges that will arise in life, and solutions will be found.
After all, as my friend said: "While we are alive, much is still possible!". I regret that so many people have left over the years that some have not even had (or will not) be able to say goodbye, and some will no longer be able to bring flowers to the grave.
6. Are you planning your future? If so, how far ahead?
I plan, but not for very long.
But thinking about the future has become much more than before.
After all I have experienced, I have a feeling that I will cope with all the challenges that will arise in life, and solutions will be found.
After all, as my friend said: "While we are alive, much is still possible!"
SBU building, Lugansk.
Date of shooting 19.06.2014.
Date of shooting 19.06.2014.
Lugansk.
Date of shooting 19.06.2014.
Date of shooting 19.06.2014.
Lugansk.
Date of shooting 09.09.2014.
Date of shooting 09.09.2014.
Lugansk.
Date of shooting 09.2014.
Date of shooting 09.2014.
