Nikita is already 4 years old, but when the war began he was 3. We wound up in the middle of all the fighting. I am Nikita’s mom. Nikita is very active and naughty and it was hard to live in the basement with him. He could not understand that there were “noisy things” outside (rockets and russian fighter planes) that caused death. So, we decided to move away from our native town primarily because of him. Everyday explosions and the civilians’ deaths terrified us all. I think that the kids are our future and they need to be rescued before something terrifying may happen with them.
Nikita likes to play every moment of his life, he likes to do the exercises from the training books with tests and pics (for his age). He likes to be outside a lot, to do puzzles and play Lego. He likes to teach how to write the letters and numbers and to read every evening. His favorite book is about Paddington. And his main dream is to visit London and meet Paddington there… Almost every evening before sleep we have a talk: “when the war ends, – he says, – we will visit London and try the bun with jam with Paddington”. He learns English words with such a zeal – says that Paddington speaks English and they must understand each other. But when he hears the air raid alert sirens he hides under the table and closes the ears. I would like to add the only thing every Ukrainian kid is a little hero. They help the adults to live farther and to fight for the sake of our independent future.