У вогні перетоплюється залізо у сталь, у боротьбі перетворюється народ у націю!
(Є. Коновалець)
Nowadays we face the most difficult times of our life. The war is what we need to understand and support each other. These words said by Yevhen Konovalets depict all these troubles we live through. I have never thought that we`ll overcome all the consequences of the war. However we have to… One day has changed our life completely. It has been the worst day and it will be in our memory forever. I`m sure, Ukraine will win by restoring completely its territorial integrity by the end of 2023 at the latest. Two factors are shaping this conclusion. One is the motivation, determination and courage of the Ukrainian military. The other is the fact that, the West has finally grown up to realise historical challenge it faces. The price we pay is in money, while the price the Ukrainians pay is in blood.
The Russian troops invaded our country. In response to the Russian invasion, the President of Ukraine, Volodymyr Zelensky, had declared martial law and ordered a general mobilization, forbidding males between the ages of eighteen and sixty to leave the country. Ukrainians who were abroad, of course, could have chosen to remain so. All seats on the bus were occupied. A man Petro, who was a thirty-three-year-old construction worker who had lived in France for eight years was bound for his home town, Ivano-Frankivsk, where Russian missiles had recently targeted the airport. He planned to spend one night with his parents, then report for duty. As he traversed Luxembourg and Germany, the driver stopped at a gas station every four or five hours, to let him use the rest room and buy food. Petro neither ate nor slept, and his anxiety seemed to increase as they neared Ukraine. He had never fired a weapon. “I don’t know where they’re going to send me,” he told midway through Poland, his hands were trembling. “I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.” Embarrassed by the tears welling in his eyes, he explained, “Not everyone is ready for this.” Anastasia informed Petro that she, too, planned to participate in the war. Twenty-eight years old, petite, and blond, with a round, open face and a wide smile, she radiated youthful optimism and earnestness. When she told Petro, “I’m scared, too, but we need to fight,” he seemed reassured that such a person had made the same choice, and by her certainty that it was the right one. They reached the Polish-Ukrainian border the following afternoon. Throngs of women, children, and elderly people waited to cross in the opposite direction, toting as many of their possessions as they could. The driver was unable to go to Kyiv and deposited them in Lviv, some three hundred and fifty miles to the west. Anastasia said goodbye to Petro and went to the railway station. Outside, hundreds of people had converged on stands and tents where young volunteers in neon safety vests served hot soup and tea. More displaced Ukrainians had packed into the main terminal, bundled in heavy coats, sleeping on benches or on the cold tile floor. Suitcases and strollers clogged the passageways. Most people were transiting to points west or south. The only train to Kyiv wasn’t scheduled to depart until midnight, and Anastasia went to buy some groceries for her father and stepmother. There were rumors of a run on the supermarkets in Kyiv, by residents anticipating a long Russian siege. I met two men who’d just brought their wives and daughters to Lviv from the southern port city of Mariupol, on the Sea of Azov, and were returning to sign up with the armed forces there. They were in high spirits and full of bravado.
It is one of the examples which people have to overcome. I can tell different tremendous situations which have happened to all of us. These events will be in our memories throughout our future life. We have to fight but fight for life. It is important to stop the war. We will win and our country will get the victory. Victory belongs to Ukraine!
Glory to Ukraine! Glory to Heroes!