Difficult morning. It was dark, cold, sirens, when she heard the explosions, she decided to go to the subway.

Shoulder backpack, power bank, water, phone. There was even a seat on the bench. 3 hours passed, the crowd was full, on the left two women in a wonderful Ukrainian style were lining each other up, on the right a grandson brought a caremat to the grandmother, a little further a couple with a dog and a cat in a carrier just sat on the floor. The girl next to me asked me if I wanted coffee, because she was planning to go upstairs and take the escalator, I happily thanked her. I found nuts and candies in my backpack - we will have them with our coffee. The girl returned in 20 minutes, smelling of the autumn wind, holding our coffee. "It's such a beautiful sunny day up there," he says. Everyone looked back at her, "Really?! Beautiful, isn't it? Tell me." - "So! Lots of light and warmth." They listened to her like children of the dungeon. I remembered the book with the same title, it even seemed that everyone around had become somehow green-pale, tired, weak. They discussed the news from the front, treated the grandmother with sweets in the carriage. Another hour passed, the crowd suddenly moved to the exit, they say "repulse". Let's go out into the light, God, what a beautiful sun-drenched day. On such a day, death, war, grief do not fit in. Only the death of Putin could decorate this flawless beauty.
I enter the house, throw my backpack on the floor, the home phone rings, the neighbor Palych is on the line. She was even happy when she heard his squeaky voice.

Good morning, Nastya! I wish you health and a good day. (Dude definitely lives on his wave) Could you make me your wonderful vegetable soup?
Life goes on.
Hold on, Ukraine.

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