Mines are flying again. Everyone runs in the doorway. We have some random passers-by. They say that the plane dropped a bomb on the maternity hospital of the Third Hospital and there are mountains of corpses
Morning. Three degrees Celsius. Gloomy. No light or water. We look out the window, the clouds are moving fast and very low. Those aren't clouds! It's smoke! It looks like the Epicentr is on fire. We hear gunfire.
The course of events at the front suggests that our army seems to be fighting heroically and effectively, and professionally. This is no longer the naked and barefoot army I saw in 2014 at checkpoints near Mariupol