Chabanov Dmytro A

When you love, you must hold on. It is very painful to lose happiness. To no longer see the beloved eyes and not feel the desired lips. If you knew that you were embracing your love for the last time, what would you do with your grief, tell me? My terrible pain, I ask you to share. If you knew that you would never see the sun around you again, would you not feel happiness in your heart, would no one open the door to it? What do you think you would do if you loved someone terribly? Could you get up in the morning, could you fall asleep without tears? Could you live on in terrible sadness and sorrow? I do not believe, I am simply dying. Day by day I wait for him. I do not believe, he is no longer here. The whole world is a complete darkness. I ask you, if you love, hold on to your loved one. Because life is a wretched road, along which there are only tears and anxiety. You live today… And tomorrow… Fate will play cards with you. And believe me, you do not know that you will undoubtedly lose to her. I did not expect that this terrible pain would not pass me by. I did not know… Seven years of love, sincere devotion, all hopes I will bury. And I will bury him with it. What will happen next, I do not know. Only at night in my dreams do I see him, and when I wake up, I cry. Because I did not manage to tell him… Because I did not manage to hug him… Someone will say: "Do not grieve, everything goes on, everything will pass, all tears and sorrows…". I just bitterly smile and nod… Because these people know nothing. In life, there are two true loves: a mother's love and the first… the last… My beloved, you are my heart!!! We walked through life together. And now you have gone, and I am alone, how am I to survive, dear? How am I to survive without you? How am I to look at the sky? Who will now embrace me when pain pierces my soul? Who will I complain to in trouble? And to whom will I smile in joy? Who will kiss me now? Gently say: "I LOVE YOU AND I AM NOT JOKING." Well, what do I need that beauty for if I no longer have you. My sunshine. My child. My dear, beloved person. I beg you, forgive me for all my complaints and grievances. Forgive all the hurtful words, I said everything in jest… I only pray for one thing, come back to me, my beloved! I will never hurt you, I will never say a word! Well, don't you see, my dear, that I have no strength to hold on anymore… I only remember your words… "Marry me… I love you…". Roman Donik: "Checkpoint 10. Anniversary. Today the guys will go to lay flowers at the monument to fallen comrades. Checkpoint 10 in Novoselivka, at the turn to Umanske… The battle near it was one of the first where terrorists used heavy armored vehicles for a frontal attack. The task was to draw the enemy tanks away from Sloviansk. They were drawn away. With practically only small arms, they repelled the tank attack. Seven people died then. Among them was Colonel Volodymyr Mamadaliyev. I was sleeping nearby in a tent when I came to them. A direct hit from a tank shell. He was identified by the boots we brought the day before. It was then that I clearly understood the debt we owe them. We do not make them happier by bringing them things. We do not ease their daily lives. We give them the minimum that the country cannot provide yet. We bring what will make it more comfortable for them to fight for us. And if necessary — to die for us. During one trip to the battlefield, we saw a cross. A cross made from the remains of beds from a burned tent at the checkpoint. Almost 2 months have passed. Approaching the intersection, we saw 2 camouflaged vehicles leaving the roadside near the cross. These were not vehicles of the 93rd brigade. They were vehicles of units that had not been in that area before. Passing by, everyone stops to honor the fallen comrades. Under the cross, bushes of flowers were planted. And a monument with the names of the guys was erected. This may seem like a trifle, but it is not trifles. In such times. In those places, battles are still ongoing, and every day the guys risk their lives. And every day, passing by, they remember the fallen. I believe that no one will be forgotten or abandoned. It just takes a little time. Almost every day, guys who need our help die. And the least we can do is bring what will make it more comfortable for them."