Denis. Nevertheless, on March 3, I opened the store and stood behind the counter myself. A huge crowd gathered. Eventually, we managed to establish a more or less normal work mode. We live and work in the center of the city, and the Russian checkpoints at the time were only at the exit from Kherson. In the city itself, the checkpoints appeared much later. This was one of the reasons that prompted us to evacuate: it became difficult to get around without checks.
Olga. The city was cut off, there were neither medicines nor food. Denis drove around the supply depots and saw that everything was running low: there were no supplies, and they were not being delivered. March was very cold, vegetables and milk disappeared, and the prices skyrocketed. Meat cost 600-800 hryvnia per kilogram instead of 100 as it used to be. In general, the prices went up by 8-10 times. There was panic, and at the same time, people swept away everything. And there was absolute horror: what then? The bread disappeared. We never really ate it, but those days, we craved it.
We sold groceries for people with dietary restrictions: gluten-free, lactose-free. Many bought for their children. They came, but there was nothing, everything was swept up, and the shelves were empty ... it can drive one mad when there’s nothing to feed the children.
It was impossible to let everyone into the store, people would crush each other. It's horrible when people queue on the street and you can't sell them anything. We had to ration: half a kilo per customer. People would ask for more, saying they needed to feed their children, but we couldn’t do anything, because behind them there were people too. It was all so hard. I recall this time as never-ending dismal, gray, cold, and sticky days.
The attitude towards death has changed
Denis. There were no medicines. People we knew began to die from diseases and lack of medicines, sometimes from heart failure. Now and then you heard: died from stress. Moreover, in the first month, it was forbidden to bury the dead.
Olga. The cemetery is outside the city. On the first day of the occupation, a hearse went there and was shot at by the Russians. After that, no one wanted to go there. The coffins were closed, so the Russians were afraid something might happen, and for the first month they did not allow to bury anyone.
Denis. All that time, they would constantly say on the TV: "Kherson is Ukraine." But you went out in the street and saw that it was not true. The city was cut off, there were no green corridors. There were rumors that someone managed to break through the fields, through Stanislav, but not everyone arrived. Passed – well done, did not pass – too bad. The attitude towards death has changed. Well, he died. Unfortunately. Blown up. Three cars were shot. Happens.