Today, the view from my garden. Apricot blossoms against the backdrop of smoke, after the Russian bombing. Before this war, I was a pure and bright person. But now my soul is filled with anger and hatred for the Russian occupiers. And with all my heart I wish them that all their darkness would swallow them up, with their children, wives, parents. May they be cursed, may their children be cursed, born and those that will be born. May their ancestors be cursed. And their life will become black as this smoke.