There were explosions and shelling during the day, and at night Russian planes used to drop heavy bombs at random places, but at about the same time every night: at 11 pm and at 4 am. We lived in a residential neighborhood in the downtown, in a one story building with six apartments, but they didn’t spare bombs for our block.
We had a good greenhouse in the garden, where we used to grow cucumbers and tomatoes for the kids. It’s completely destroyed. The glass cracked and kept falling out until the morning . The stumps of old trees look like they were cut down with a knife. It’s terrifying. I had to change gloves three times before I gathered all the glass shards. And then I still found shards in the garden; they were small, but heavy.
I lived in apartment #6, and there was an elderly couple in apartment #1. They had adult children, and these elderly folks went there to feed the dogs that their kids were breeding.
Once this old gentleman went to feed the dogs with his son’s friend and a 16-year old boy, and that was when the shelling started. The old man and the teenager were killed on the spot, and the man got a stomach wound and lost his leg. He was taken to the hospital, and we had to rummage through our first aid supplies, trying to find anything, even nasal drops. He had a head wound as well, and there was fluid collecting in the nasal cavity, so they were worried about possible brain swelling.
They were buried in a small forest in downtown, just in black bags
Our neighbors who live about 100 yards away were impacted. Their house, outbuilding and temporary shed were all burned down by airstrikes. I was walking the dog in the morning - at first I didn’t realize that it was lying on the road. It looks like gas tanks, but it turns out they are bombs. And another house was hit 150 yards further away. The blast wave blew out the front door with the frame, and all the windows in the hallway and the entryway.
The city hall, kindergartens, school, a dental office and a children’s clinic were bombed. Actually, they were bombing, not shelling . Even our cemetery Yatzevo was bombed - the graves of the soldiers who fought in Afghanistan, monuments to ATO (Counter terrorist operation) soldiers, and the little chapel were hit the hardest.
On Purim we went to the synagogue and bought flour. My friend’s husband baked the bread himself; I had some onion, and we made a cabbage salad, so we managed to celebrate. Our gathering was quiet, not like a typical Purim, at 6 pm there is a curfew, we had to go back home, turn everything off, complete blackout. That was our daily routine: go to bed at 6 pm and get up at 3 am, because the plane would arrive shortly.
Next to us is the Gagarin stadium - three huge aerial bombs were dropped there - I was jumping on the sofa from each blow, the ground was shaking. Once I went to visit my parents, and the shelling started, so I fell to the ground and waited for it to end.