


7 months after the start of the war, I returned to my hometown. I am overwhelmed with emotions, I am very sorry to see my hometown destroyed, lifeless and gray.
On the streets of the city, the lanterns do not burn, as before, all the youth have disappeared. There was a break in my soul - a part of my soul broke off. After all, this city gave me childhood, youth and all the best moments in my life.
It feels like I'm looking at my relative, who lies in a hospital bed and is about to die anonymously and I can't help him in any way.
Before the war, this city was - a city of students. It has many universities and has always been filled with y0ung people. Now the average age of a resident in the city is 40-50 years old, all universities are closed and instead of birds singing outside the window sounds are air raid warnings (watch the last video. Creepy).