It's an ice cold winter morning. Soon after, the wicked arrow arrived before the finish line first. Soma wound. From the kitchen there is a foul aroma of half-cakes: mother is preparing a snack. The first sounds of new music are heard from the TV. In the world again, without submitting a statement, there is unrest in the ATO zone, the Verkhovna Rada of Ukraine accepts changes to the Constitution. It seems that everything is unchanged, as it always was... Otherwise, having recovered from a thirsty sleep, I understand: everything has changed... There will never be any happy dreams in us that evening at our homeland. My tatko is a military serviceman. Buv… My little soul is still being torn apart by the sniper’s bullet, which so happily entered the body of my closest person. I'm sick and scared... Everyone says: “That’s what was required! Vin died like a hero! Blowjob! Let’s enjoy life!..” But with my childish mind I still can’t comprehend that my love has never been less than school. So tall, athletic, friendly, with a military form and singing in his own voice, he never grasped me with his majestic hands and did not simply say tenderly: “My daughter! My joy! Smiling, good-natured, important, decisive, courageous, valiant, fearless, most soulful, proud of his life - at the same time I cut down trees and repaired the toys of my closest friend. And then, at the same time, in front of their mothers, five blind little ducks, which they found in a box on a muzzle, wailed in front of their mothers. Although, of course, my mother knew about everything and secretly made them crazy like a child. Years ago, we distributed the quiet tsutsenyats to the susidas... Crazy, I have even more ideas. I can develop this topic for years, but I want to convey to the reader: the words spoken are not just about a man, my dad. And about the person - a representative of the military service profession. These are the same kind of people: kind, gentle, strong, at the same time important, brave, kind, and somewhat unimportant... I used to be a military serviceman. He harrowed Ukraine. I know that there is a war going on, and I have stolen our country from it. Having kidnapped my mother, our neighbors, my grandmother... Having deprived me of my soul there, I can still stand on the fence of the Ukrainian cordons. I want to be like him: always to achieve the norms of morality and goodness, to help people in trouble. So, when I get a little older, I still want an article like this: A person of great literature. I will clearly inform you that in a few years I will need to find my profession. I am, truly, a marriage... My greatest dream is to bring material and spiritual wealth to the marriage, and I give joy to everyone who fathers us, with a more poetic intonation, to reconcile their hearts. I love the profession, the work not because of the Primus, but because of the call of my heart, it gives me moral satisfaction and being happy in life, please give me purpose. I want my future to be meaningful, and for me to be turbo-free. I live my share in this profession, which I know to be a military service worker. Maybe not until the end on today's mind, the sense of the obrago faha. But I clearly know that I will serve Ukraine according to the laws of the ZSU, and deal with the people. I will steal the skin of people and cleanse the earth of filth. Whose protection is sought by the grain grower, the miner, the metallurgist, the machine worker, the professor, and the scholars. I will always remember the words of my favorite poem, Lina Kostenko: Lyudina, even if she doesn’t fly, And the krila is flying, and the krill is flying... I want to help people straighten their wings for a free life. After the grief I experienced, I daily pray for my dad’s friends and for all my family. For her healthy life. I pray to save these people from harm. I pray for her, I will overcome it, and I want the stinks of the war to go away completely and unabated. I want with my “wings” to steal away all of them, all of us and our Ukraine. Now I am no longer seventeen, but my look at life is serious and joyful, my words sound aware and resolute. Whoever has experienced a lot grows up early. That’s why I’m speaking entirely in detail about the speeches that are important to me. You will say: “You are so small!” Let it go. My very thoughts instill faith in the bright future of Ukraine in those that my life was not worth living. Victoria Serdyuk, 14 rokiv Novooleksandrivka
