I am from the Dnepropetrovsk area. I studied in a military college, then army, and in 2009 I retired the major. When war began – I was called. Offered me different voluntary battalions, but it not mine. You want to be at war – go to army parts. I love army in all its manifestations: both in bad, and in the good.

Before war it was offensive for me when I on positions was bypassed, and then became all the same. It is possible to be at war though the machine gunner. When to me suggested to be the commander of a platoon, I agreed, with a condition of that in a body. 

I did some fighting in a separate battalion, then started forming new part, offered a position with increase, then I left a battalion and went to the 81st crew. There were children, including the commander with which I before war was familiar.

Morally I was ready to this war and perfectly knew that for me waits there because any military scrolls the concept "war" of the head irrespective of, there is it now or not.
And here young boys struck me. When I saw such on the citizen earlier, the impression was that the curling teenagers no more. And it appeared that they are powerful soldiers, I didn't expect such speed and heroism from them.

Also I didn't expect at the airport of such meanness from the opponent, as during evacuation of wounded and killed. We gave them corridors and the chance to take away the losses, the boys, and they didn't give such chance to us. They not simply didn't admit our cars, and what stood still finished and already were actually non-working. From the principle, rage, I don't know because of what, but there is a tank without caterpillars which is already broken without crew, and all of them equally finished it
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In total I stayed in the airport days 30 or 31.

Once there was no person on change, killed the boy. I offered that if it is necessary, I instead of the lost Ilya will go there. In the afternoon I on the second floor, and can go down on the first floor on change at night. And one soldier in reply speaks to me: "Of course it is necessary, so quietly, when the officer nearby". It became so pleasant that started appreciating officers.

The third time I arrived on January 15, together with two officers there. Occupied the pumper. Two remained there, and I went to the terminal. But when I came there, ours held only a half of the northern hall. On the first floor there was a fight. It began at dawn, and ended in two or three nights. That is, there were almost days. Posts were broken on 2, on 3 and on 4 persons there, and everyone had the name: "Silence", "Gate", "Positive". I remember, I came running the 16th to "Gate" of soldiers and says that in the depth of the hall, on the first post, there was only one person and that it is necessary to make the way to it. I told that is ready to go with it. Gathered shots for Rpgshek and came running there. This soldier отшмалял also left Rpgshek, and I remained with that fighter who held the fort there.

I speak: "The brother, you as are called?"

- I am Kozak, Volodimir Mikolayovich, - only talked over, and here Rpgshka flies in bags: boom, such gap before a muzzle. I'm saying: "No kidding"
- That це to a of a p'yat in a day.

- The brother, it is necessary to depart because we will be cut off.
- Yak? Ти that? Zalishiti post??

- On us from the second floor now ushkvarit, it is necessary to leave urgently.

Then it nevertheless collected shops and we began to break slowly to the. Because there, in the terminal, the distance in 100 meters is there was a huge distance. Density of grenade fire was very big. Separa climbed and pressed from all directions. But we managed to depart.

On January 17 ours went for break. And rebels left us alone but if we didn't begin storm, us still then would beat out from there. And 19 there was the first blasting. Very powerful. Boys though deafened were, but all the same in circular became, occupied defense. Then I still considered on myself splinters, but one day later already them simply didn't notice. After the second blasting there already simply there was some nightmare: filled up us and all failed to the cellar. Deafened many, contused, and the first thought was that now separa will go or will shower us with grenades, and will finish then.

The fear was from helplessness because you can't move a little, half-bodies is filled up. I lay and thought, it is good that round me two machine guns as by request, mine and the fellow soldier, though lying, but somehow it is possible to shoot back.

The friend my Igor (Bulya) dug out me. I don't know how he got out, but it very many got from under blockages. When wounded were povytaskivat, understood that from the airport didn't remain almost anything, but boys seized teeth, horns, hoofs - and fought to the bitter end. Cool they, our children.

20 numbers I with one scout Zenyk on foot left to the. At first we wanted to come to a meteorological station, but I blukanut: we came to a separsky secret and at us fired. But Zenyk - the good fellow, oriented on the district better me and helped to get out. Here with it as speak, I would go on reconnaissance. Came to a vzletka and reached in Sand. There got to children from the Right Sector, asked for them the car. Allocated us cars, allocated people. And I went to the airport, as the conductor. But it didn't turn out to make the way to boys. There were very powerful attacks. We tried to come from West side of a sleeve. I phoned to our guy, the North (interview to the North on http://slavaukraine.net/en/news/heroes-glory/2366-soldier-andrey-north-from-under-blockages-at-the-airport-we-got-not-all-but-everyone-who-gave-the-vote-pulled-out-precisely.html) which was there. He tried to mayakovat to us a lamp, but we didn't see it. On us started pouring powerfully or from "Rocks" (machine gun), or from DShK (machine gun). And then burned our first car, to me then also the splinter got to an eye. We got out of it, dived for an embankment and at us then very coolly fired. On my head, it is possible to tell, VOG became torn. To orient where we are, in such state it was difficult. But somehow oriented. Saw the pumper and ran there. From there we were sent to a tower, there we stayed before dark. On a tower there were only 7 people, and us came three. Began to help boys to hold the fort. Already both an eye and a hand didn't work for me therefore, generally children tried. With darkness arrival, the 21st, we contacted ours because cars couldn't approach us any more, them burned on the way. Then we were covered by a minometka, and we very quietly from a tower went to a meteorological station. There were all of us, 10 people because it was already impossible to keep on a tower. There we were ironed the whole day tanks and from grenade launchers strewed, I thought that we and won't hold on day. It was lucky that among us there were no "three-hundredth" and it wasn't necessary to drag them. From wounded I was one and went the feet. When we came to a meteorological station, there already waited for ours.

I when with myself remain, try not to think of those events. It was morally heavy when started up a smoke, poisoned with gas. The fatigue was wild, feet gave away but it was necessary to rise and with a great effort to speak to itself: it is necessary to shoot!!

But the heaviest is losses. There small lamps and phones couldn't use. We go once, as mice, to the touch. I came across something, I speak: "The brother, forgive you sleep?". And he already sleeps eternally. In a sleeping bag the rolled up. Boys away simply postponed. You apologize before it and you go further.

And it is still heavy to load dead boys on armor - sometimes them living children who weren't located, covered inside. Brothers, though the dead but here so helped. 

I oklematsya and going to go again to be at war. I would like to return live and to marry the girl Tatyana who waits for me. It is the best now that is in my life.

Text and photo: Vika Yasinskaya, Censor.NET

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