First day of winter 2023.

Kyiv seems to forget that there are completely destroyed cities. There are families who have lost loved ones, homes, children. But everyone is doing what they can, because there is a possibility of not living to see the next day.

But the thing that annoys me the most is the Russian language everywhere. I used to speak Russian myself before the war. My Russian is very good, probably because my ancestors on my father's side are Russians. Now I always speak Ukrainian. For me, Russian is the language of the occupiers, but most Kyiv residents still speak it. I cannot be calm.