The diary of the woman who has been pulled alive from rubble of her own apartment building in Volnovakha by the Russian forces
She wrote down everything that happened to her:
«March 13. 18th day of the war. February 27 was the last day when I saw my mother. Since then I’m in the basement. On the way out, the lid fell off. Tried to disassemble the floor – did not work. I have to wait for people. A cat and a dog periodically look into the vent pipe. I see their snouts, talk to them and cry. I ask them to call someone for help, but they do not understand. I pray. At night, my head was very itchy, as it was very dirty and I combed it to wounds. I thought I had lice. It was a hell of a feeling. I got up at night, heated water, cut my hair with a knife and washed it with soap. The itching didn’t stop for a while. The wounds hurt. Then somehow I fell asleep after prayers. Shells rumbled in the distance. There have been no explosions near my house for 3 days. Thank God.
March 14. I tried to disassemble the floor to get out, screamed, called for help – in vain. Through the cracks I saw that the basement seemed to have been specially closed by someone so that nobody would find me: heavy boxes from under the bed, bags with branches, bottles and clay lie right on the manhole cover. Anyway, I can not lift such a weight. Tired. I’m going to sleep. 1.38 p. m.
March 15. This day is not as sunny as the previous 2 ones. The sun does not shine through the pipe. There is no opportunity to admire the rays, but the sky is clear. I want to lie in a warm blanket and do nothing. There is no moral strength to try to open the manhole. Some shots are constantly heard, but not close. Mishka is alive. I gave him a few bagels (put them through the pipe).
March 16. Almost no shooting. From time to time, the soldiers shoot at something – at the fences, probably. I tried to get out again, punched a hole – I saw that the ceiling was crumbling to shingles and bricks, floor slabs. Everything is very heavy. Called for help – there was nobody. I can’t get out on my own. The only opportunity is to smash the floor.
March 17, 6 a.m. As usual, shells landed in the distance. All morning along.
March 18. The night was quiet. I don’t know if I sleep or not. Insomnia. I pray for everyone. The kitten plays sometimes. I feed Mishka with bagels through the pipe. Everything is sad as usual.
March 19, Saturday. At dawn, there were battles in the distance. I have already been crying and calling for help for 10 hours. I pray.
Ossetians came and rescued.
Thanks!»
