Sergey Jakovlevich

We are approaching his home.
There are buckets with coal at the door, but it is cold inside: the old man has accustomed to live below one`s means. We don't know how his lonely tomorrow will be, how cold the winter will be and how days will look like tomorrow in his native Avdeevka - whether there would be war or welcome peace.

It is about those peace where the old man will have bread, warm and medicines, where he will find peace and quiet, and his little garden with flowers and apple trees.
The old man is lonely and severely ill. He has cancer and cerebral palsy. Despite his illness, Sergey Yakovlevich welcomes us wearing a costume. It is cold and ... empty inside his home. It is lonely and very calm here.
Sergey Yakovlevich is a man of few words. He doesn't talk of how the one would fear hearing sounds of war again at the age of 93 and not being able to hide away from it: cause there is no-whe-re to hide. We used to live in peace, and there are no basements in our houses that would keep us safe from hot and sharp fragments.

This old man has already lived through one war, the World War II. Being 20 years old, he had been taken away to Germany in 1943. By Germans. He was treated as a slave. They took him to perform hard labour. He spent 3 years of hard work there and was able to return home, into Ukraine, only after Liberation in 1945.

He had to return home to spend his life there and face war again...
When we gave him medicines, he began to weep. He wept quietly... It was a cry of his whole life, the whole despair. The despair of the lonely old man.


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