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Explosions are heard in the city. From my balcony, I could observe shell explosions and thick black smoke in the Kherson Airport area, where the Russian troops are stationed. Four Russian military vehicles, loaded with missiles for the “Smerch” MLRS, rushed past my window very fast. On one of their cabins I saw "To Kiev", written in white paint. Kyiv was in the opposite direction, which made me a little happy. I will also remember today's window view due to the car queue to the gas station, where gasoline suddenly appeared. Its length, calculated on Google Maps, was 1.5 km. Outside my window was also a black minibus with the red inscription "Ritual", which came to pick up the bodies of the territorial defense fighters, lying here since March 1. A fairly fresh pain rose to the surface of my consciousness. Ukrainian humanitarian aid is not allowed into the city, and the most vulnerable citizens are already lining up for the Russian one. Sometimes curses are shouted at them. It is worth considering that many pensioners barely had enough money for food when it cost 2 times cheaper. For them, what is more important is not what nationality it is, but the fact that it is free. There are also those who tear off the tags from Russian goods and sell them on the market for Ukrainian money.
   The storyteller did not appear today, but the day was remembered by the closed door to NATO. Surely, millions of people in Ukraine and beyond counted on a closed sky, not doors. Probably allies were confused. Perhaps this is a concession or a step towards the Storyteller, who for many years has been exploiting the same plot, invented in ancient times by the leaders of the USSR. But looking a little further, I saw that the Storyteller does not need peace in Ukraine. He needs peace in Malorossiya. And so far there is nothing to expect from the peace talks.
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