I was watching the news and wished I had an assault rifle
If it was up to me, I'd shoot them all.
It's just me. I'm like this because of everything they've done to me.
The girls learned to crawl and walk in this house.
But we lost the house too.
I got this monkey when I was in hospital. I was very little then.
When I got home, I took it everywhere with me. It was my best friend.
I even slept with it. You know how children play with their toys.
These exercise books have been filled in already.
I think this is geography. Yes, it is.
We had to buy them separately.
When there were power cuts, we sat down to play cards.
Now and then, girls played with boys.
Just the children or the whole family.
When the school year ended in fourth grade, we made presents for our mothers.
I gave my mother presents.
I made many presents and gave them to my sister, mother and father.
But the presents don't exist anymore. It's a shame.
I used to have a lot of flowers. They have all wilted.
No one watered them when we weren't here, and they all died.
My husband gave me flowers for Women's Day. They died. Potted plants withered.
This is what the room looks like after the flood.
Holes, cave-ins, roof damage.
The apartment was built well.
Not from cheap bricks.
It was a city apartment. But now...
Luulen, että hän pelkäsi kaikkea.
Hänellä on niin vakava masennus,
että kun häntä käsketään istumaan pöytään ja syömään, hän syö ja lähtee piiloon.
Ehkä siksi hän ei tullut ulos, vaikka olisi voinut.
I helped the police look for her when they couldn't find her.
They followed me. The two of them walked behind me.
I stopped and I knew intuitively that she was there.
I understood it. I said she was here. They asked me where.
I told them that the water couldn't have taken her.
The piano had blocked the window opening.
There was also a cupboard that had crashed in front of it.
I stroked her hair, and her hair came off in my hand.
Her body was bloated after being in the water for 16 days.
Cremation was the only option.
I can tell you that without Putin,
there wouldn't have been a war
or destruction of cities and towns.
People wouldn't have died, and everything would be fine.
Kunnostin ikkunat itse.
Irroitin vanhat karmit.
Kunnostin ne. Laitoin ne vaateriin.
Lopuksi lisäsin uretaanivaahdon. Niin se meni.
These are icons that my mother's mother, my granny,
gave to her daughter, my mother.
My mother brought them here from
Every day, we put a big saucepan here and poured water into it.
We boiled the water and washed ourselves.
Everyone took their turn to have a bath.
If we felt like it, we could fry an egg in the pan.
Here comes the horn beeper!
There was no window, it was shattered.
Only the window frame was left, and it was broken too.
There were explosions outside, and all sorts of things flew inside.
Shrapnel got stuck in walls.
There was shrapnel flying all over the house, and we couldn't stay inside.
I feel like we couldn't have survived in the house.
Our neighbour gave us this door.
She left and went to Poland.
When she visited here, she saw her house was damaged too.
She gave her house away.
People's houses burned down, and her house was damaged.
She gave it to those people, so that they have a place to live.
In Ukraine, one and a half million homes have already been destroyed. Step onto the war-torn soil and witness the devastation.
On the field next to the Kulykovskas’ home, there is an abandoned Russian infantry fighting vehicle.
Viktoriia, Anastasiia and Svitlana Kulykovska at the schoolyard. The school in the village of Pravdyne was severely damaged in bombings. The girls have studied remotely since the beginning of the war.
The Kulykovskas’ home from the outside. An infantry fighting vehicle fired at the wall and the windows were shattered.
A view from inside the Kulykovskas’ home. The house can’t be repaired anymore. There is too much damage.
During the years, Kulykovskas renovated the house. The wallpaper they hung up turned black when the house was fired at.
Anastasiia (14) and Viktoriia (17) in the house they were born in.
Volodymyr Burykin in the hall of his destroyed home.
The Buryakin family home was in Kherson in the Korabel district. Nearly all the houses were destroyed beyond repair when Russians blew up the Kakhovka Dam. The family carried their possessions outside to dry.
The walls destroyed by the flood still hold branches and clay beaten by the water.
An icon of archangel Gabriel on the windowsill in Buryakin’s home.
The photo of Olha Buryakina is decorated with a black ribbon for mourning according to a local custom.
Volodymyr Burykin lost his daughter in the destruction of Kakhovka Dam.
The flood water hurled the furniture and the piano around and took the wallpaper and plaster with it.
Ivan Kolotylo, the father of the family, and their firstborn son Serhi. Behind them, Kateryna Kolotylo, the mother, and baby Andrii.
The Kolotylo family lives on the outskirts of the village of Myrne. The grandparents moved to the region to work in the kolkhoz when they were young.
Andrii was born during the war in Dunaivtsi, a thousand kilometres from his home village.
The war is reflected in children’s play. Behind the boys, we see the outer wall of the Kolotylos’ shed. The outer walls of the family home were also damaged by shrapnel and bullets. The father, Ivan Kolotylo, mended them with mortar and stones.
Cousins Oleksandr and Serhii have collected bullet shells in their garden and around it.
Cousin Oleksandr running in front of the Kolotylos’ shed that is full of damage from the war.
Published: 24.2.2024 Journalist: Viivi Berghem Fixers: Maksym Stryzhevskyi & Svitlana Horieva Translation: Katja Juutistenaho Pictures and 3D-scans: Benjamin Suomela Design and 3D models: Annukka Palmén-Väisänen Visual producer: Tatu Blomqvist Technical implementation: Antti Saarenpää Assistant producer: Marikki Oras Text editing: Venla Rossi Producer: Marko Lönnqvist Executive producer: Laura Vehkaoja Editor-in-chief: Ville Vilén