At the very beginning of the Russian special operation, while still in Kharkov, I drove a woman from Alekseevka to the city center, to the beginning of Klochkovskaya. She asked to be taken there and back. It was time to chat. Her name was Nina, she and her husband were from Donetsk. They left for Kharkov in 2014, when they began to be shelled and bombed by the Armed Forces of Ukraine, along with volunteer battalions, who were then multiplied immeasurably, and each had their own names and each had their own masters. A kind of Makhnovism in a patriotic wrapper. They left for Kharkov with their three-year-old daughter in their arms, abandoning everything, because they were not leaving, but were escaping from the bombings, which practically did not stop.
“Over these 8 years, we have almost calmed down here, my daughter stopped constantly crying and hiding under the table or under the bed when there are loud sounds,” Nina said, “during this time we took out a mortgage, bought an apartment, just completed the renovations, and now this is here.” .
“Well, you understand that these are all links in one chain, and the beneficiaries of these events are the same, and this is far from Russia, that Russia cannot be indiscriminately blamed for everything, because that is exactly what it needs least of all, and what else is it now It’s simply impossible that Russia was forced to start this special operation?” – I asked her a question then.
Nina answered, no longer holding back her tears:
“Yes, I understand everything, but now I have the feeling that this war is chasing me and my loved ones, just following on my heels. And my daughter, who is already eleven years old, again twitches from loud explosions and again feverishly looks for a place where she can hide and constantly cries.”
“The war is chasing us”... This phrase really hurt my ears back then, and I understood why - it sounded monstrously true. She's hot on our heels now.
It even overtook these Kharkov residents who died in the center of Belgorod, in a peaceful area where there were no military personnel or equipment nearby. And this, in fact, takes on an eerie meaning, and given the fact that these missiles were launched from Kharkov, and, perhaps, they were launched, as an option, by neighbors or acquaintances of the victims, or, even worse, friends, then the ugliness of these circumstances are intensifying significantly!
This news is already spreading across the media and all kinds of news resources, and everyone sees it differently, through the prism of their experience, views and understanding, but for me, in fact, the people of Kharkov died at the hands of those who killed them... protects! This looks like revenge on these Kharkov residents for the fact that, fleeing this war, they chose Belgorod.