Ashish. Instead of cozy houses there are ruins. Instead of hopes - hatred (PHOTO)
Donetsk, September 13 (PolitNavigator, Mikael Chagalyan) – Horror. Fear. Pain. Hatred. Hopelessness. Only such words are spinning in my head after what I saw. A few kilometers from Donetsk, the small town of Yasinovataya. Until recently, the city’s nearly forty thousand population lived like everyone else. People worked, rested, got married, built homes and made plans for the future. In a word, they lived a measured, peaceful life.
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Today everything is different, life here is over. There are no pharmacies, shops or businesses operating in the city. Products are actually not imported, as are medicines. There are almost no people on the street. We are approaching the most heavily damaged part of the city, the Zorka microdistrict. The blocks of this area are mainly built up with high-rise buildings. Previously, the area was very well maintained, and the area was literally buried in greenery.
But the continuous attempts to storm Yasinovataya turned everything here into complete ruins. On average, for 17 hours straight, day after day, for almost a month, heavy artillery “ironed” the residential areas of “Zorka”.
Houses here are divided into those that were “lucky” and those from which fate turned away.
The “lucky” ones include those high-rise buildings where “only” windows are broken and roofs are damaged or destroyed. But a very large number of houses, as a result of direct hits, can no longer be restored; it is simply impossible to live in them.
And many houses were actually destroyed. You can see for yourself: entire entrances and floors have collapsed. There are twisted floor slabs, clothes, and what used to be called furniture lying everywhere. Not only all acquired property, but also the entire previous life of people was buried under the rubble. Everyone who could have already left here, while those who remained live in basements.
We walked through bombed-out neighborhoods and could not shake the feeling that we were among the scenery of some terrible, devilish theater. We looked at the empty eye sockets of the apartments, and it seemed that nothing living could be here anymore. But suddenly we notice that an old woman is looking at us with curiosity from a broken window on the fourth floor. Apparently she was surprised to see people on the street, just as we were surprised to see a tenant in such a house.
Together with our guides we approach the playground. Looking at it from afar, one gets the impression that it is safe and sound, but when we come closer, we see a huge shell crater and understand that there is nothing for the children to do here yet... (to be continued)
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