I was born and live in Ukraine. My place is here, in Kyiv.
Since February 24, 2022, Russians have been killing our citizens and trying to occupy the entire country. I had the opportunity to leave, but I chose to stay.
Every night, my family and I go to bed without any certainty that we will wake up in the morning. In Kyiv, it’s impossible to run to the bomb shelter several times a day or spend the night in cold basements. We are periodically awakened by loud explosions that set off car alarms, shake the walls, and shatter windows in nearby homes. We rejoice when the rocket doesn’t hit our house.
In three years of war, the Russians have captured part of our territory. Thanks to international support and the resilience of our citizens, our Armed Forces continue to repel attacks from Russia — a country of terrorists.
In order not to go crazy, we try to live a full life. We visit cultural institutions — theaters, cinemas, concerts — we see friends, grow plants at our dachas, care for bees, paint, write music, and win international competitions in art and sport. In these conditions, I dedicate myself to music storytelling — a genre that blends emotion, narrative, and sound. I received a musical education in piano, and my father, a university lecturer, taught me to play the guitar.
Thank you for your attention, and for your material and moral support.