war story
Ukraine - Jan 31, 2024
Lullaby of life
Lullaby of life
This is about
Nadiya and Andrii
By Yana Kosinova-Zhukovska
Ukraine,
Jan 31, 2024ai–painting and story by Nadia Lytovchenko
aiAndrii and I met the winter of 2015 at military courses for civilians. Together we studied disaster medicine, the rules of handling weapons, and infantry tactics. After the start of the Russian invasion in 2014, we understood that a large, full-scale war was still ahead. We would be prepared.
aiThe love story began in the summer of the same year, 2014, and in the fall the lovers started living together. By the beginning of winter, 2015, both went to war as paramedics.
aiWe got married in 2017 and a year later Andrii was offered a job at the Marseille Institute of Particle Physics. So we moved to the south of France and agreed to return to Ukraine if a major war began.
We talked for a long time. Andriy was sincere and gentle, Unfortunately, that was the end of our story...
aiWe were truly happy for only five months, from the moment the baby was born to the moment Andriy went to war. When the full-scale invasion began he returned to Ukraine. I stayed with our son in Marseille.
aiOnce we called via video link, we talked for a long time, Andriy was sincere and gentle, he said that I must be strong for the sake of the baby. I thought then what a blessing to have a child from such a beloved husband. Unfortunately, that was the end of our story...
aiAndriy, platoon commander of the reconnaissance unit in the 241st battalion of the Armed Forces of Ukraine, died while performing a combat mission from a wound to the head. It was July 12, 2022 in the village of Dementiivka, Kharkiv region. He was only 33 years old.
aiOur love story is in my painting. On this anniversary I still cannot make sense of death, life, love, loyalty, childhood, dedication, courage, willpower, irreversibility, and much more. I try to grasp every day that. I'm still alive, I am. Marco (our son) is more than alive. He is here, he is. And Andriy is gone.
aiLullaby for life. Never. Will not. Unlovedness is the worst of all. Solitude. While it hurts, I'm still alive.
the author of the photo is Valeriya Mezentseva
the author of the photo is Valeriya Mezentseva