Over these seven months, Ukrainian soldiers helped us maybe six or seven times — they distributed grain, flour, bread, and other necessities to households. Whenever they had something, they shared it with us. Meanwhile, we got absolutely nothing from our own people.
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I saw those men, grimy and black as demons, in the street [Russian soldiers] climbing out of the pipeline, like something out of a fairy tale. Then, suddenly, there was a knock on the door — they told us these were our soldiers now: different uniforms, red bands on their shoulders. It felt like everything began out of nowhere and ended just as unexpectedly.
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