A girl from the "unfortunate" house in Dnipro: she survived and shared her story

Yesterday, as a result of rocket attacks, Dnipro suffered the most.

Unfortunate rockets hit a multi-story building where innocent residents were located.

They, the enemies, ruthlessly destroyed apartments, shattered human destinies, and claimed lives that can never be brought back, unfortunately.

As of today, the number of victims amounts to hundreds, and the rescue services have been working tirelessly for almost a day.

Even children are helping to clear the debris of the destroyed building.

Fear, panic, and hope are the main emotions prevailing in this place.

Lives mutilated by someone for the sake of their ideology.

Among the affected was one girl who had experienced more than one personal tragedy in a short period.

This girl's name is Anastasiya Shvets. She recently lost her beloved husband, who died in the war.

Yesterday, on January 14, she was forced to endure yet another tragedy – the loss of her home, along with the disappearance of her parents.

Nothing is known about their fate yet; they say they are alive, but no one has seen them among the living or among those whose lives were cut short by the bomb.

I have no words, no emotions; I feel nothing but a great emptiness inside. I haven't lived;

I've merely existed all this time, trying to come to terms with the fact that my brave Vlast', Photik for my brothers, and Kotik for me are no longer here... I felt that he would protect me.

I was covered by the door in bed, part of the kitchen in the room, bathroom, kitchen, hallway, and storeroom (not sure how to translate "кладовка" literally), there's an abyss there, and I see the rest of the entrance, someone else's entrance.

He saved me; I'm almost intact, despite the wound on my head and the bare scraped legs. I don't know where my parents are.

They say they saw them alive, but I'm sure they were in the kitchen, which no longer exists.

I didn't want to save myself; I wanted them to find my parents. I understand that Richard is gone. He probably didn't survive. I remember my father's silly jokes today, how we were taking pictures of puppies with my mom.

We were eating mom's udon. I have become popular, although I didn't want this; almost every public page is featuring me. But I want to be with my parents. It hurts. Do I even exist?

We hope that her parents will be found alive, that fate will show mercy to Anastasiya, who lost almost everyone who meant the world to her because of the "liberators."

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