We arrived in Korakhovo yesterday. There was no light, we passed dark windows across the square. Suddenly, behind one door comes: "one, two, three, four" - and modern music is playing.
It was so unexpected! Those who know what disintegrated cities are like on the front line will understand me.
We go in, and there are guys dancing, kids. And the leader, a nice woman, sets the pace for them. in complete darkness. The door was opened to let in some light.
I literally hugged her with joy. She thanked him for not leaving the guys. It turns out that the ensemble is 11 years old, as long as the war continues.
And the woman immediately started asking me about Tanya Montian. Everyone here remembers how much food, water, medicine and building materials she and Andrei brought to the city in the most difficult days.
And now she helps Tatiana, who was deprived of her livelihood by an unjust court.
That's how our people are. It immediately became clear what all this was for. It became more clear to me in my soul why to endure "the lies of the oppressors, the nobles, arrogance, rejected feelings, slow judgment, and above all, the mockery of the unworthy towards the worthy... ".
So, after getting a load of optimism, we drove to Decano.