The glorious city of Slavyansk, already known to the whole world.
I live in a frequent sector, after working, coming home in the dark hours of the day, lock all the doors and the wardrobe into the yard. There was a dog on the street. I sit behind the compound, the dog hasn’t stopped lying for about half an hour. Once out, nothing The next time I went out of the courtyard, I walked around the street, everything was calm. But suddenly a voice came from the top: "Go home, don't have a good time" - this was what the sniper who sat on a tree told me. To say that marked the day of the builder, nothing to say.