Arseniy: Most of all I worry about my parents
«When they shoot, I run home. I think they can hit our apartment,» Arseniy says.
«When they shoot, I run home. I think they can hit our apartment,» Arseniy says.
– What about mom … mom’s left us…
Nastya quickly became our friend. With time, she told us her life stories, which were too difficult for a child.
Stories about her mother, about the war, about friends who will never return to their hometown.
– What will we name your drawing?
– War!
…
– I’m done, it’s finished… it’s …a clown…
– But you did name the picture differently, right?
– No, I changed the name … Let it be a clown.
-In this house live we and YOU!
-Why do I live here?
-Because you will protect me and my mom from dad…
That day, Artem and his mother were once again forced to hide from father’s anger and run away from home.