Maxim, lives in Svitlodarsk near to the front-line

»My name is Maxim.
I am 11 years old. I have two brothers and a sister and all of them are older than me. My brother is 20 years old and lives in Moscow. My sister is 16 years old and attends a school in Bakhmut.
In May, a projectile came down in front of our school. We were studying and our teacher told us our tasks. Suddenly there was this noise and everything stopped. All windows of the first floor were broken. All of us went down to the cellar. We have three cellars, two in the school and one in the school garden. Our parents picked us up from the cellars later.
Grass is growing again at the place where the projectile came down. And the tree that was hit the most, is still growing. The splinters are still in the tree and many branches are broken off.
About the war I also noticed the bombing of the market and the kindergarten. I felt insecure during those shootings. It's better not to go into the park or onto the fields, but just to stay in the city because projectiles are flying over the fields that can kill you.
I only have one friend here in the city. In one class, my classmates did not like me and they tore up my textbooks and threw my copybooks out of the window, but fortunately I found them again. They wanted to get rid of me. Now, I'm in an other class and there I am respected by all classmates. In the last lesson we got lessons about mines. There they told us not to go onto the fields.«

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