Translated by J. Hawk and originally published at the Littlehirosima-English website
Her house is in Stanitsa Luganskaya, on the “other” side. And as her brother is in the militia, there’s no going back.
Ira doesn’t let her son out of her hands, and keeps hugging him the whole time.
Doctors told Ira she could never have children.
So when she found out she was pregnant, her happiness knew no bounds. The doctors couldn’t believe it, either.
But then the father disappeared and did not show his face ever since…
She lives in an apartment in Lugansk rented for her by the brother. But the conditions are Spartan: no hot water, no boiler, no washing machine, nothing. But right now that’s not what’s most important.
While the boy is still so little, she can’t work because she has no place to leave him. She’s not used to that – she used to work all the time, often had more than one job – she was a cook.
She did not complain even once, and always had a smile from ear to ear. Although I used vulgar terms to describe the “father”, a few times. It seems that’s not important to her anymore.
Because life goes on. Minsk Agreements, elections, Olympics, politicians playing games behind the scenes.
But life goes on, with young girls learning in the midst of the war they can’t have kids. So for them there is no greater source of happiness than becoming mothers.
This horror has lasted for over two years already. But maternity wards are full, and one can see cars with wedding decor on the streets on weekends.
People are adopting from orphanages more often.
As if to spite the world.
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