Savur-Mohyla ... an unusual place. And this book is not so much about places as about people and the events of August 2014. Like a flashlight beam thrown into darkness, the author's consciousness captured faces, actions and impressions. And, passing through the prism of his own experience and worldview, turned into a text. A lot of subjective, little pathos, probably, there are inaccuracies associated with personal perception of events and the properties of memory. But this is an attempt to convey everything exactly as I remembered. First, the authors wrote texts for themselves to understand, not to forget, to digest the experience. Because there are things that you can't keep in yourself for long. Heat, fatigue, the faces of fellows. Understanding that tomorrow may not come. Dust and sweat. This is war. She is always there.
