“We were walking.
And saying goodbye.
To our lives.
Every second.”
A 14-year-old.
Son’s own father.
Was killed.
In front of him.
A large family lived.
In Bucha.
The youngest of the three sons.
Recently turned 14.
On 17 March.
Together with his father.
He went to the centre.
Of the occupied city.
To get humanitarian aid.
And medicine.
He went to the centre.
Of the occupied city.
At that time, the family’s house.
Had been without gas.
Electricity and water.
For almost two weeks.
“We were riding our bikes.
When an ‘orc’ soldier.
Came out from.
Behind the house.”
“We stopped.
Raised our hands.
Said we had.
No weapons.”
“But the soldier started.
Shooting at my father.
He fell down.
Then the soldier started shooting at me.”
“Two bullets hit my arm.
I fell to the ground.
The soldier also shot at my hood.
But the bullet did not hit my head.”
Says the 14-year-old.
The son of the deceased.
The child stayed on the ground.
For several minutes.
And when the ‘orc’ soldier left.
The boy ran to.
The nearest shelter.
Where he received first aid.
Then he got home and.
Told his family that.
His father had been killed.
The father was 47 years old.
“We were walking.
And saying goodbye.
To our lives.
Every second.”
A 14-year-old.
Son’s own father.
Was killed.
In front of him.
For two days.
The family could not.
Take his father’s body.
When they did.
The white bandage that.
Identifies civilians was.
No longer on.
The victim’s arm.
It had been removed.
By the ‘orcs’ military.
In addition, they stole.
His phone, wallet and.
Even the keys to the house.
The wife of the deceased says.
That the ‘orcs’ monster shot.
At the heart and head.
The family had to.
Bury their father.
In the yard of their house.
On their own.
“My three sons were left.
Without a father.
I realised that I needed to save.
My children and myself.”
“We were told that.
There would be.
A ‘green corridor’.
On 19 March.”
“But we had to get to.
The gathering point on our own.
We walked along the street.
Where my husband was shot.”
“We were walking and praying.
For our lives every second.
We heard explosions nearby.
‘Orcs’ killers stopped us.”
“We were walking.
And saying goodbye.
To our lives.
Every second.”
A 14-year-old.
Son’s own father.
Was killed.
In front of him.
The family miraculously.
Evacuated to Cherkasy region.
And yesterday they came.
To the Ohmatdyt.
To get medical help.
For their son.
And officially register.
His injury.
The boy received a gunshot wound.
To the arm.
Forearm and finger.
Now the child’s life is not in danger.
“We were walking.
And saying goodbye.
To our lives.
Every second.”
A 14-year-old.
Son’s own father.
Was killed.
In front of him.
*Because I read “The Stories of Ohmatdyt children who have suffered from the war” on the website of OHMATDYT, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
OHMATDYT starts showing us 8 stories on the page as follows:
“Dear journalists and media people, Ohmatdyt is kindly asking you to share the stories of the children who have suffered from the war. Some of them turned out to be receiving treatment in our hospital, where the specialists are fighting for their health and even life in a courageous way. Unfortunately, it’s not possible to help everyone. We collected 8 stories, which broke our hearts in this post. We are kindly asking you to share them and use the photos and videos for the whole world to see the crimes of Russia against the children in Ukraine.”
So, I wrote this poem as a story of Yura and Alla.
Please read the original story and look at the photos and videos here:
The Stories of Ohmatdyt children who have suffered from the war | Охматдит
Telegram: Contact @ndslohmatdyt
And I found that this family’s story is the same as ‘A POET STOPPED ON TARASIVKA STREET’, because of the photo:
A POET STOPPED ON TARASIVKA STREET ｜ Koryu meets Chess (koryu-meets-chess.info)
Which is depended on the BBC news:
War in Ukraine: ‘I saw a Russian soldier shoot my father dead in Bucha’ (bbc.com)
**My friend kindly shows you this poem in one page of the Ukrainian website for their children and others!
Please join them! You can read my 15 poems about the Ohmatdyt Children’s Hospital here at once.
