• Номер запису / Number of record: 78-02-04
  • Автор(-ка) / Author: Zoia
  • Дата запису / Date of record: April 25, 2022
  • Регіон / Region: Vinnytsia region

Two blasts, one following the other half a minute later, one louder, and one quieter, cracked the silence when I was putting on a dress. It was the moment when I put my hands into the sleeves and looked like I had a «bag» on my head.
«I hope our military knocked it down», I thought.

It was a frivolous thought… But our air defense has been repulsing all assaults for the last two weeks, and we relaxed.
My parish did not conduct general Easter services because of the advanced safety precautions in the city. People were afraid of diversions and terrorist acts. I was waiting till Monday to go to church. I agreed with a driver I know that he will give me a ride to the city. There were not many people in the church.

The white alert rang just in time when we sang the resurrection song. It was divinely euphonious.

«He is alive, He is alive! He is alive!», we sang three times and three times the white alert went off.

I will never forget this feeling.

«The siren — He is alive! — white alert — Our God is not dead…».

After the common prayer, when the priest finished his traditional preaching, a man who ministered in a chapel looked at the news. He whispered into the priest’s ear. The priest shuttered, stayed silent, and we prayed for the dead, though usually, this is not practiced during Easter week. Two hits in a region. There are injured and dead. Rescuers are working. They were aiming at railway stations in Koziatyn and in Zhmerynka.

«Do they say how many?», asks an elderly woman at the entrance to the church. She looks at me when I take out my telephone.

«No. They say that they are putting down the fire», I answer.

«When I was entering the church, I saw a few fire brigade machines going to Bar… And I understood that they hit somewhere.», she wages her head.

«Barbarians… I was hoping till the end that ours knocked it down… This is what our second day of Easter is like,» she finishes.

Zoia, Vinnytsia