Everything that lives must survive
The story of a woman sapper from Zaporizhzhia
The land doesn’t care whether you’re a woman or a man. We’re all the same here: dirty, tired. The same rules. The same instructions. Focus on the task — freeing the land from danger.
Our Zaporizhzhia region is like this now, unfortunately: we clear an area — and then there are strikes again. Different types, different calibres. But we keep working. Checking every centimetre. It’s like a maternal instinct — you do everything you can so no one gets hurt.
It’s better that I find it than someone else. I worry a lot about children. They know it’s dangerous to go far, but friends and company are tempting. It’s better for it to be clear here.
Yesterday we were defusing a missile. While we were preparing the pit, a snail crawled onto it — can you imagine? We had to save it. Everything that’s alive must survive.