War never goes away without leaving a trace. The events of the august war 2008 have left the indelible trace in our hearts. That night I was alone at home. Having heard the blasts, I run into the cellar. The blasts were becoming more powerful. A missile hit the neighboring house the fragments of which hit my own house and beat out the window. I thought, I would not live before the morning. The next day of the war the lads of Tskhinval called on me, they were calming me me, that everything would be all right and that Russia would come and rescue us by all means. My sons also came, I could not describe my happiness, when I saw them alive, but each of their leavings made my heart tearing, each time I thought that I saw them the last time, but what I would be able to do?
I was persuaded to leave for, but how I could abandon my own children?