Today, an elderly man came up to me on the playground. He greeted us and said that he had been watching us for a long time. He asked where we were from and was that my child playing over there. Then he took 100 hryvnias out of his pocket and clenched them into my fist, although I resisted. In half an hour, he came up again with two jars of jam. And for the first time since February 24, I broke into tears.

Olya, Kyiv (now Vinnytsia)