Timur When heavy shelling began the boy’s mother was choking with fear, the twelve-year-old son Timur stroked her face and asked: mother, mother, what is wrong with you? Together they lived on the top floor of a multi-storey building. From there, they watched the shelling. The basement, where they could hide from shelling, was flooded with water and was not suitable for shelter. Therefore, Timur and his mother decided to live with friends on the ground floor. Several times they observed air raids, but almost all the time there was hail. Nastya learned to distinguish this sound, pshshshshshsh. On the first floor there are different sounds than on the upper floors. It was quieter downstairs. When the street became quiet the worst came. We understood that now it will begin. After this silence came a real hell. Every night when you go to bed, you are afraid that tomorrow you will not wake up. At the end of March, shelling in Kharkov intensified. Friends of Timur’s mother helped to get to the station. When they drove past the damaged Russian equipment, Nastya turned away, Timur, on the contrary, carefully examined. He was fond of military military equipment, studied and read a lot about it, now he saw it with his own eyes. Timur and his mother went to Slovakia.
