In the morning a shell pierces the house, killing my father and mother, and now I live alone in it, hiding under the bed. The cats eye is bleeding, the hair on his face is burnt, but again the gunner, taking his time, adjusts the sight, and again the executioner raises the flag, and a new shell flies, don be afraid, cat, don cry, don cry, they will avenge us. 💔 © Dmitry Melnikov. #Донбасс