Diary of an 8-year-old boy during the siege of Mariupol, Ukraine.
Sunday: I slept well, woke up, smiled, got up and read to page 25. Also my grandfather died. I have a wound on my back, the skin is torn. My sister has a head injury. My mother has torn flesh on her arm and a hole in her head"
I'm 8 years old. My sister is 15 years old. Mom is 38 years old and needs a bandage. Mom is first, I'm second, sister is third. By the way I have a friend Vika and she's our neighbor. She has nice parents.
Monday: i woke up like yesterday, smiled, etc. Grandma went looking for water and she came back. By the way, it’s almost my birthday"
"Two of my dogs died, so did my Grandma Halya and my favourite city Mariupol since Thursday 24th [of February]"