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A month ago, Putin allowed himself to do the unthinkable. To amplify the genocide against the peaceful people. These people, Ukrainians, answered: “Will or death!”.

Deceived by his own propaganda, the commander-in-chief of the state of Russia came to give the people of independent Ukraine the “Russian peace”. As a result, for 8 bloody years, such peace has already taken the lives of tens of thousands of people.

My name is Marusya. I live in Kyiv. I’m sharing a story that we write with blood, health, and hope.

I have three jobs and three different types of volunteering. Also a recent stroke and an uncertain future.

And I do what I can. Like all my people.

Someone is now fighting on the front lines. And someone is bringing him provisions and uniforms. At the same time, another person evacuates his old relatives from dangerous places. And the other sells his property to put equipment on the front line.

None of these people had known each other until recently. And now they are each other's most important comrades-in-arms.

We have always been very important to each other here. Everyone who has visited Ukraine will definitely notice that its people are cheerful, erudite, and extremely sincere.

Even though our souls are on fire right now. But our spirit is unshakable and immortal. He is alive as long as our history is known.

Today we tell the world about how everything can change in one minute. And only they will remain — love and responsibility.

This is the Point of Hamlet. You either tremble or use your right to freedom. The freedom to be responsible and to love. Everything is simple. We will die or live together. We have chosen a common destiny. We are the trees that will die standing or remain a beautiful garden.

We feel like a sports team that defends the honor of the whole world in a match for good. Yes, we know that this world is not exactly with us. That a colossal part of it is actually against us. But we are used to it and know how to live with it. We have seen a lot.

I'm 36 years old. And for the first time, I'm glad that I don't have children yet. Over the years, I remember how someone's invisible hand ruined our country, the USSR. Then the cholera epidemic raged — someone successfully carried out a terrorist attack. There were many other epidemics, quite mysterious ones. I remember quite well ten revolutions of various sizes. Yes, I have already forgotten how Chernobyl exploded, but my body sometimes sends memories in the form of pain.

Now I have many new impressions about life. It's like I'm in the ocean. It envelops with the warmth of mutual support. Yes, there are sharks lurking here, but my pack has bayraktars.

I am a peaceful species, I love people so much. And it’s me who will with my bare hands tear off the muzzles of the invaders, who were dragged to kill children ...

Loud speeches of great orators, masterpieces of cinema, and stunning theatrical performances — they rather weakly convey the catharsis that war generously presents. In war, you sometimes age in a day as in a year. You feel how the vital systems of your body are disintegrating. You get to know a new yourself: it is quite possible that you will even not like this person very much.

But now you know for sure what you are capable of. Are you able to resist fear? After all, fear is just a lack of information.

Yes, I have no information about when this war will end. I do not know who its main beneficiaries and initiators are. I don't know why all this brazen terror is taking place on our abundant planet.

But I know one thing for sure: we didn’t get scared. We have remained faithful. We have chosen to be an example of a glorious life.

At the same time, most of us are by no means in love with our own new stories. I will tell only about 5 people from my inner circle.

Let their names be fictitious.

Egor, a civilian, made his way to the front line and, having taken possession of the armored personnel carrier, tried to rescue his men from the area. The APC was hit, but Yegor managed to immediately take possession of the enemy tank. In short, that day all our guys returned home.

Semyon, a civilian, having abandoned business prospects, managed to provide the army with thousands of uniform items. His wife Okasana daily feeds the combatants at the special point — she has been doing something like this for many years. My best friend Marya has collected donations from all over the world and teaches people important skills for free. And my sister Sanya became an enemy of Russia because she openly called for an end to the bloodshed — there she would be imprisoned for 20 years if she decided to enter the country. Each of my Fab Five would give a lot to keep these stories from happening in their lives.

And what about my entourage from Moscow? My aunt, an ethnic Ukrainian, refused to discuss with anyone in Moscow that we, Ukrainians, probably should not be killed. She chose to remain silent. Her daughter, my other sister, publicly posted the secret military correspondence with Sanya online. Putting her under attack. Just because the girlie could. Do I hate them? Of course not, but for now I can’t imagine why we should communicate again.

Yes, I learned from many Russians, even relatively close ones, that this is what we deserve. Rightly so... To be honest, I have never distinguished between Ukrainians, Russians, and Belarusians. Now for the first time, I found out how different we are.

It must be disgusting to be on the side of the terrorists. Most likely, without conscience, it is very inconvenient. I suppose that in the gang of Putin himself, the bulldogs are ready to tear each other under the carpet.

But I am on the side of Ukraine. Oh, her state is not perfect. We have a catastrophe with corruption, all the latest significant reforms are a farce. But her people are now taking a leap of faith. Faith of love for each other. And more and more often it seems to us that it is she, the holy power of love, that will help us continue to live.

Life is a game without rules. But to live right is to love. And come what may. And let there be peace. For all of us. Take care of yourself and take care of each other! All wars will be won by love.