"It’s not scary to die, scary to die." Photographer in the advanced in the Donbass
“From afar, as if through cotton wool, Bach, Babach, Bababakh, Babah are heard ... The dog on the roof freezes like that, gobbling the eyes at us. Time also freezes. The rumor captures this terrible rustling flight. At first, very quietly, then louder, louder ... The brain refuses to fly here, that it is already impossible to change anything from you and from you. There is no one around, the neighbors also evaporated, and you want to turn into a worm, a snail, an anthogether ...