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frightened); Batumi (was just scary).

So it had become even more fun out of despair. But not for long. We decided not to cancel the celebration.

And now a little about the translator. A week before the wedding when shelling of the airport began. So first of all the nearby elite villages were affected by that. Our professional translator, Helen lived in one of those villages. But the last night she wasn`t living, but surviving in her basement from Grad`s shelling. So brave mobile call from the basement with the idea, that she`s not coming to the wedding stunned everybody. The Tale also was still thinking about the wedding only. Elena-interpreter replied to such thoughts with: "What wedding? There is the war outside !!!! " than she cooled down a bit and decided to find a replacement for herself. Quite avail. All people, who knew Chinese left Lugansk )especially Chinese themselves). There was only Bin. This brave Chinese man, whose face was already expressing confusion and hopelessness. What to do?

Internet worked still - let`s excuse all the people, who filled it with the garbage and verbal nonsense - but it saved the future family. "Vkontakte", the youth social network helped with The situation. It turned out that the city had some specialists in Chinese language." The first girl named Katherine. On this day at the Engineering their house was hit by a shell and killed lots of people. Many families have been on the verge of collapse from the pain, anger and loss. Katya was no exception. It is the categorically refused to leave the apartment soon

and help with the marriage. Then there were Julia, Vadim, Elena - all of them feared for their lives and thought that everything will be resolved the next few days.

Or maybe weeks. There was Alena. She didn`t speak Chinese, but had an appropriate diploma. Her mother lost her job, so under certain conditions, Alena agreed. Everyone was immensely happy that the wedding would occur.

Yes, we have forgotten, that we should care about the main thingthe beauty of all members of the wedding cerremony and, above all, our sweet Tale, the Bride. Men would call it ridiculous, but it's a fact. Hairdressing closed, beauty salons did not work, manicurist left the city after the first shots. But there were brave wizard wedding manicure salon, located in the old city center. It was great to hear the guns at the village Metalist in the area of Schast`e. In addition, the beauty salon was in the house, where a year ago there was an explosion of gas pipes. Therefore they weren`t scared of anything. Wedding manicure was done at the highest level, unfortunately, the bride`s mother didn`t get one, because the artillery was talking louder. It was getting even more creepy. Next to the salon a few days ago the car, as it was said, with saboteurs was blown upbastards had mortars, with which they were shooting homes, busstops, cars and other places ofLuhansk, where civilians lived. Therefore, this pile of metal "flaunted" at the crowded area of the carriageway.

Barber was called Iana. She was a volunteer

and from the early morning helped with evacuating children from the attacks, so having a good heart, she agreed to make a wedding haircut for the bride and guests.

Surprisingly, the girl Tale managed to find in the city lots of wedding stuff, such as balloons, festive posters, surprises for the guests, candles, fans, and so on. On Oboronnaya street the small shop was located in which the seller several times a day ran across the street to the drugstore and bought a soothing infusion because the shooting on the main street in broad daylight did not stop, and even was increasing. And no one knew who would be the next victim. Therefore, the anouncement on the entrance "Will be 10 minutes" was never taken away from the door. Approaching the shops, all the buyers, scatterbrains or just the Luhansk citizens scared to death could not determine the content of the ad when the seller was going to return. Therefore, there was no trading. But the girl Tale became a happy owner of many things this strange shop could provide with even more strange, ever drinking soothing tincture and complaining of heartaches seller. However, there was nothing strange in the fact that the whole working day you ought to listen to opening doors or to the gunshots on the street.

And the day before the wedding the massive bombardment from the airport to the area of the military enlistment office begins. To people, who doesn`t know, Lugansk, I will explain: recruitment office is located on the central part of the city, so flying from the airport

Ukrainian shells hit houses, offices, onkodispanser and busstops. What does this have to the wedding? The restaurant was located on the main street between the airport and military offices, and Tales of the house bus station (too close to the military enlistment office). The newlyweds decided to test the waters in the restaurant to check availability and order fulfillment in place of the restaurant.

The restaurant owner was sitting on the second floor and either guarded a room from explosions with his body or would like to be the first witness to see the damage done to the town center, another variant was that he would like to see that he was not alone in this crazy city. His calm unnervous look soothedthe bride and groom. However, no one gave the guarantees that the restaurant, where the wedding is going to occur wouldn`t be fired. Cooks were peacefully doing their job: preparing aspic, meatloaf, fish specialties and the director could only spread his arms and did not know what to do. The alternative decision was taken: if during the wedding day the shelling would start, the staff would bring culinary masterpieces to a cozy home in their apartment, where, actually, was an absence of free space.

An interesting story about the 5-pound threetiered wedding cake. They refused to take it to the wedding due to the unstable situation in the city. We transported it on the back seat of a taxi called "Moskvich" a great work of cookers two swans at the top

of it that to the beginning of ceremony wasn`t doing well.There was a mess about the taxies, the strong people of taxi business gave the order to the taxi drivers to leave the city and move their cars to the Mariupol - the resort area ( if they could know, what is going to be there in one month), so only the amateurs were working during that timeAzerbaijanis, pensioners and other drivers on cheap cars. Managers of remaining taxies did not give guarantees for the delivery of the car to the place of call in a few hours, the call was only valid for the next 10 - 15 minutes, provided that the place hadn`t been fired for an hour.

Photographer and videographer were found quickly and easily. He is creative and extreme people who have something to do in the city. Although videographer left town on July 13 and the photographer because of his young age lasted until the beginning of September.

The wedding ceremony was scheduled to July 12. The evening of July 11 had come already. All participants of the bolder wedding afraid to think about tomorrow. The night promised to be "good" for many reasons. First, no one knew whether it would be a peaceful day on July 12 in the city center; the second - whether taxies would be working; whether there would be a restaurant we could reach and have some protection in there.

The morning started with the fact that Iana the Barber came late: she her tiny, girly car and ittrack was sandwiched by two BTR-s, which weren`t trying to pass

it forward. Brave volontueer Barber escaped from captivity and got delayed for an hour.

Enchanting shelling of "ukrov" (as Ukrainian army was called in the area of ATO) from the airport all the guests took as greeting and tried not to overshadow this important day. There were- a close friend of my mother, another friend of my mother, grandmother, grandfather, others moved directly toward the registrar's office - a translator on the taxi provided (we found it earlier), a friend of my mother, another friend of my mother. A total of 11 people instead of the expected 30.

Then, the wedding car came and it was something !!! In the central part of Luhansk the citizens standing and running expressed joy and family happiness was shared throughout the whole street: everyonewaved, cheered, honked - and everyone knew that from the anxiety of the modern days, everything good became so far away. Imagine the scene: on Oboronnaya street every single car was honking! Everyone in the wedding cortege was nice and fun. And it is impossible to convey in words, it is possible to express emotions: wow !!! awesome! great !!!

This day was fabulous, despite the gunfire and missiles flying above the restaurant.

Then there was a wedding in the Temple "Umileniye" (tr.- Tenderness), after - a magical night at the hotel "Slavyanskaya" in the basement`s room along with representatives of the OSCE, and then the train to Kyiv which took people like for 2 trains in the past.

Alexandra

There is one more heart inside of me...

Summer is the time for vacations, fun, sea, beaches. This is the time when the heart begins to beat faster, when it seems like you can conquer the whole world and all the problems go by the wayside. But, unfortunately, this summer was a little different... It all started as usual: students were passing the exams; pupils were enjoying the last days of school and made plans for summer vacation. I was finishing the fourth year of University, studying for exams and for the most important event in every woman's life... At the end of the summer I was supposed to get married and become a mother. But this happy period of my life was overshadowed by one "small" detail... the war began.

War... This word has absorbed the bitterness, the pain and tears of thousands of people of different generations. My grandfather is a WWII veteran, pilot, squadron commander, and on every victory day he told war stories, the memories of friends and cried. He wept so bitterly that it was impossible to calm him for a long time. And every time I thanked God and the people that have died for us. And I thought I will never see such terrible events described by my grandfather. How wrong

I was…

June 2 - a day in history that forever erased the smile from the face of our wonderful, such a friendly and native Lugansk. This day became the starting point. It is the Meridian which began to count not days and weeks, but

human lives. I have never seen so many reports on the First channel in all my life, which were devoted to our little Homeland. But, as it turned out, this was only the beginning.

August 3. The shelling of the city began from that day, which took the lives of thousands of people, who just went for bread and water. This is the day when the struggle for survival started. And I realized that I would have to survive, because another heart was beating in me. A little man lived in me, who was supposed to see the sun and give her mother a smile, giving hope for the best and happy future... a Future that must come!

It was scary... the Corridor became the most visited place in our apartment. There was a feeling that it would never end. Whistle, blasts, volleys are the melody of my summer. The walks near the entrance were my entertainment. One of these walks almost ended in tragedy.

In one incomparably quiet day my mother, my neighbors and I (by the way, with whom I became friends during the war) went to the so-called walk. Ten minutes later we heard a big bang. My first thought was, "That's all... This is the end". I ran into the entrance, touched the belly. The baby kicked so hard and I realized that we were still alive. It's just the military decided to send a little "Hello" to his comrades with the "Grad". After that, I didn't go outside at all. The fear that overcame me, not even

allowed to go to the balcony, just to look out the window... the remaining three weeks I sat at home praying for my mother who went for food; for friends, about whom I didn't know anything, because there was no connection; for her baby, who had to endure this madness..

August 31 - it was the most important day of my life. On this day, my toddler decided to be born. The whole house accompanied me to the hospital. In the ambulance I said only one sentence: "Guys, just let go...

Give at least ten minutes and can continue your "games".

All went well... We drove and a little girl was born in 13.32... It was my daughter - Alexandra. As soon as she screamed, I made a wish: "I wish it to be over". And you will not believe it, as soon as we were discharged, the attacks began to subside. September 16, the light was given. And my mother and I burst into tears of happiness like little kids. The mobile communications was also given soon, and I finally heard such native voices that were filled with love, tenderness and faith. We believed that we would not only talk, but we would hug and cry on each other shoulder. The only question that remained unanswered: "How do you feel living there, our Kiev's "defenders"? "

That all changed thanks to this war: views on life, values and destinies. Every time I Wake up, I rejoice in the new

day, rejoice in the fact that all loved ones have the opportunity to tell me: "Good morning!", wherever they are located. I have a little daughter who makes me smile and not to think about the horrors of war...