If we hadn’t left this morning, we wouldn’t exist anymore. At least me, for sure. There were less and less people in our cellar hiding. They were leaving. Rumors had it that many of them managed to get out of this hell. But it was only rumors. Nobody could believe that. Our neighbors were disappearing one by one. As soon as somebody could find any fuel or friends driving a car. Nobody said goodbye, nobody packed any luggage. People just left everything and ran towards the exit as fast as they could.

Till this night more than a half of our underground cellar had become empty. Our neighbors were also getting ready to leave. Bombing was the only thing that stopped them. Every half an hour we heard the planes above our heads. I think there were several of them because they used to drop two bombs in a row and now the earth shuddered four, sometimes six times during five minutes. We were bombed as hard as they could do it. It seemed that they just wanted to bury every house, every tree, every living soul into a huge crater.

We didn’t sleep a wink for several nights. Actually, our condition could be called semi sleeping. There was no difference between day and night. We could hardly keep our eyes open, but body was alert. As to the theory of likelihood, our house should be attacked next. All multistorey houses around had already been bombed and destroyed. Some had remains left.

I had no idea if there were any people in the cellars underground. If so, how did they feel? I could feel nothing as I was totally devastated. It seemed that nothing was going on in reality and it was just a nightmare. I just needed to wake up and as soon as I opened my eyes, I would get up, wash my face and have my cup of tea.

And then a giant rattled its rod. He was walking on my land. This sound before shooting drove me crazy. I felt like something metal, huge and frightening was being moved. What could it be?

I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid to move. I was sitting on my chair, just staring at the concrete floor with cracked plaster and thinking that this would never end. I didn’t care about anything. I wanted it to be over as soon as possible. There was no bathroom in the cellar. Everyone just went to their flat when needed. I lived on the fifth floor but I couldn’t make myself move. I needed to get out of the cellar to the entrance which was too frightening for me to do.

My little nephews were lying in some beds covered with blankets, which people had brought to the cellar, wearing jackets, hats, scarfs and shoes. Azerbaijan family used to stay here. They had 11 children. They left the city a week ago. They are said to be safe now. People from another cellar told our neighbor this information when he risked going outside to heat some water on the fire. We had a little break and we weren’t bombed for fifteen minutes.

I felt terribly sorry for the children. They almost didn’t talk. Nobody was talking. Everybody was listening to the plane. They were flying above our heads, very low and dropped bombs, endless bombs. The earth and our house shuddered. Somebody was screaming. I was scared to imagine what was going on outside. It felt like the house was standing in the center of exploding artillery shells. Craters and shell fragments were everywhere. It wasn’t the city where I lived.

According to volunteers’ information, 20 to 40 thousand people managed to leave the city. Approximately 300 thousand residents are still there. They are being killed. Please, tell the world about it. People just want to live.

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