Larysa tells the story of her family: We first met in 2011; got married that same year. It was a real feeling. No, Mykola was not that romantic, he was rather pragmatics. But when we met I saw a person with an honest and open heart, who you can rely on. After creating a family, it was not always easy: he, then a First Lieutenant, was constantly on the polygons, on the watch, so all family things lay on my shoulders. He could not even take the kids home from the birth-house. But5 we loved each other and did not have time for fussing and fighting. I recall the dearest present from him: Mykola returned from the polygon, all dirty, unshaved; I open the door and see him with a big bunch of field flowers and a military kettle of strawberries. He smiles and says: the whole Company has been gathering it! I was pregnant with daughter Anna then. There were expensive presents, too, but this one… Then we had son Ivanko. Children were everything for my husband, he loved them so much. And it all would be fine, if not those events in the East Ukraine. Mykola might not go there. He was an ecologist, head of radiological and chemical service, he might not go. But when I tried to say it, he would not even listen: “I stay here while my friends are there? No!” In July he had a leave, we saw him for the last time. Those were great five days! It appeared we could not stop talking, and never stop enjoying one another. Kids followed him all day, waited for him outside the bathroom door. The good-bye was quiet; we took one another by the hands and stood silent. Only after that horrible battle at Stepanivka on September 14, I understood all strength of his love. Mykola stayed alive, his both legs wounded. He informed about his coordinates, answered the calls, and called himself. But during his last 11 days, he never called me not to make me worry! Together with him a part of my soul died. But he left me his dearest gift, our children. Anna and Ivan give me force to go on.”