To rise to the height – very unsafe. Worked there a sniper, and once we were moved, started shelling. It seemed to me at that moment that we'd never leave this place. But we were able to leave. And the first thing I did when got out of the car, called my mother. I really wanted to tell her that she was alive, but he understood that you can't, because she didn't know all the time where I am. And I just said, "Mom, are you there?" She, however, heard that I had something wrong with the voice, had to say I am just unwell and that all is well.

I am the Governor. Last year just finished school and immediately went to work in a military hospital in the operating room. But just a month voluntarily signed a contract to serve in the army.

A year ago we, a team of seven doctors, was sent on a mission. With me went my head of urological Department - Alexander A. Netrebko, my colleague - operating sister Galina Pavlovna Adamenko and her husband, trauma Sergey Adamenko. They are from Crimea, just came here and went to the front. With us was the anesthesiologist Vsevolod Babenko. And two drivers: Artem Molchanov and Vova Pluzhnik - these guys had lots of help during attacks, when I had to drive to pick up the wounded.
To go I was not afraid, because then something else a little where I shot. May 30 we went to Zaporizhzhya region as a mobile hospital. Later left it in Solntsevo and stood there with the 79th brigade, and then as soldiers changed the location, we moved with them.
For the first time under very serious attack we were 16 and 17 June. It was at night. We rode with the column of the guys from 79th in the Marinovka. This village is located near Saur-Grave, a few kilometers from the border with Russia. There was a part of the 79th brigade and medics who went there before. We stopped to spend the night in Alekseyevka, in the camp of border guards. Around 2 a.m., I heard eerie sounds, and decided on a habit that it's the drones are firing, as so often in Solntsevo. But at some point realized that it was mine and they are flying in our direction. To hide there was virtually nowhere, except placed in a number of cars and tents - almost nothing around it. I remembered how I was told before that if there is an attack and there is a big car, you need to lay low between the wheels. Somehow I found in the dark your weapon, armor, helmet, boots and climbed out of our mobile operating. He ran to a truck, and there under the wheels already there were virtually no seats - the guys were hiding.
Then my boss took me to some building, and then there began to lead the wounded, and it was a large flow of people. At first I was really scared, just a coward. But I realized that I need to include yourself and work to save the boys.
The wounded, whom it was impossible to bring to us, we assisted on the spot. The shelling lasted until seven in the morning hours. We worked all night and all morning, finished around 12 noon. Around lay a lot of unexploded mines, and I think it's a huge miracle that we survived.
Looking at our machine and machine soldiers, we thought that will not go away for them, they were such a terrible condition. But some of them managed to fix it and continue our way. This first attack for me was very scary and memorable, probably because I could not believe that we can be in this situation.
In the Marinovka the guys from 79th stood on the heights, "Bravo" and "Falcon", and we, the infirmary, stood in bandage. Settled down, set up camp, put the operating. There was not a single trench, I was surprised that the doctors themselves have to dig, but then these trenches than once we saved lives. Initially, the attacks were only in the afternoon, then we began to shoot at night. With each passing day they became more and more serious.
When we arrived, slept in a tent. Then moved to the street, because during the shelling was heavy from tent to get to the trenches, and then we slept directly in the trenches, because virtually no of them could go out, have often failed even to eat. The wounded were constantly. Our boss Netrebko, went after them with a driver and brought them to the camp. It is considered that the physicians can not shoot, but our operating machine was not like a sieve. As we left the village, not even taken her out there because almost nothing left. She served us a cover from debris - stood in the center of the camp, and we often hiding behind her, rendered first aid to the wounded, whom it was impossible to carry it to the trench because of a severe condition. While operations were in the car, she was developed as a mobile operating.
I still have a lot of emotion from what was seen and experienced. I will never forget the first time we covered "Hail", two days after that he could not talk. Between ours and the neighbouring trenches we dug a trench in advance that in the event of attack first, you can hide in it, and then Wade to yourself.
Our comrades was a very narrow trench, and when we were shooting, we slept there three together, practically on top of each other. "Hail" is the most incredible sound and a bunch of shells, which both fly and explode. Lie, pray and realize that if it gets into the trenches - you will be no more. Exactly the same feeling and 122-mm shells.
But, although it was hard and intense, " there were amazing people. And everyone tried to help, regardless of whether the physician you or not.

We had difficulty with sending the wounded: "turntables" did not sit down, because they were heavily shelled. In the couple of months while we were there, shot down 2 helicopters with assistance, including medical. Wounded to take a helicopter managed only once, and then we sent them their cars away to the rear - it was a very dangerous trip. Even our wounded were taken in Kuybyshevo is inhabited locality on the territory of Russia, i.e., despite the war, doctors remain doctors. With them somehow agreed our command.
We once brought two wounded, one of them, for some reason I remembered. Took him in your foxhole. He is major, he was somewhere over 30. Wounded this guy was a splinter in the chest, but was not considered very heavy. I began to drip it directly, but with each passing hour, his condition would get worse. It turned out that was bleeding internally and had to be urgently transported to some hospital. I don't know why I remember it, maybe because he said his house waiting for a little girl. He was taken in Kuybyshevo, had the surgery, but two hours later he died. When I learned this, it was really hard to hear that, very sorry for this guy.
Actually a lot of good men died there and he got hurt. When a man dies his death is painful, but as something familiar or something, than being here so in the war. This is a deeply experienced, don't even know how words can describe my feelings. The only thing you can do when you are in this situation is to set yourself that you need to hold on to. When I assisted them, tried to calm words. To them at that moment, as a family treat, because it understands that every minute could be their last and I want to help most, and to make sure that they felt the care.
When wounded by shrapnel in the head of our anesthesiologist, he is every one of us assisted. Once everything is turned inside, if you hurt the person you know. Although there almost every case is a serious injury: someone hand hanging someone without legs. But the scariest picture I've seen dozens of charred corpses. It happened when 79-th brigade covered "Grad". To look at this terribly hard, realizing that recently these people were alive. I remember the despair of one of the guys who brought dead. He said that he pulled from burned-out Armored personnel carriers and two don't knows who is his second cousin, because it is impossible to identify.
The girl almost at any time remains a girl, but at the front, forget about it
Even when we were just leaving our mobile hospital, I took my makeup bag, but lost her. This for me was such a disappointment then. I had no idea what was waiting for me. Two months later, the guys can now call my friends, brought me to the front. Surrounded by forest, at the front, a cosmetics bag is a great gift.
Despite the fact that we were there hygiene products, because of the attacks was not always able to put himself in order. You should have seen my nails, hair, when I got home.
When we were brought out from Pickle home on APCS, we have risen to the height and I realized what it was: a guy in Florida and even to dig anywhere. I looked around the whole area was opened, at a glance. But to rise to the height - very unsafe. Worked there a sniper, and once we were moved, started shelling. It seemed to me at that moment that we'd never leave this place. But we were able to leave. And the first thing I did when got out of the car, called my mother. I really wanted to tell her that she was alive, but he understood that you can't, because she didn't know all the time where I am. And I just said, "Mom, are you there?" She, however, heard that I had something wrong with the voice, had to say I am just unwell and that all is well. He quickly tried to talk to her, so she suspected nothing. My parents thought that I was in the Zaporozhye region, in a mobile hospital. But then, when I told him everything - it was such a panic and even hysterical, why I went and told them nothing.
I was mentally tough to move away from it all back home. A couple of months I just couldn't recover, I really wanted to go back to the front and help guys. I never left, I wanted to be home. But gradually went back to work and recovered.
In the winter we c Galey presented the order "For courage" of the 3rd degree. A few months spent at the front, were very important in my life. I will never forget what I experienced there. And oddly enough, but in 20 years of my life - it was probably the best time.
When we're here, everyone has their problems and everyone doesn't want to bother other people's lives. And at the front. I'd heard people on the other hand: I saw the sacrifice and the greater responsiveness. There I got a lot of experience in their profession and in extreme situations. From there came a totally different person. After that experience, become very valuable relationships with loved ones and material possessions go by the wayside.
Soon we are again going to send in the Zaporozhye region. And if again will need to go to the front, then I certainly will go. I would very much like to continue my studies. Now I clearly understand what my calling: to help people. And although the surgeon is a very tough profession for a woman, I would really like them to become.

Text and photo: Vika Yasinskaya,Censor.NET

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