Sometimes it seemed that it was impossible, but we still managed to  find it, to treat and to save kids . Because no war will last forever, and our children must live, must be healthy.

On the twenty-fourth of February, I arrived at work and realized that I would be alone. The children's polyclinic is mainly staffed by women who had to save their own children. I thought: if I am the only man here, then all the responsibility, all the little patients will now be mine. At first there were not many of them, because people were scared and were staying at  home, some of them  left the city. But then everyone started coming - from the city, from the suburbs, and from the nearest villages.

When the continuous bombing of Chernigov began, we took children there, in the basement. You hear the alarm, grab the child - and go to the basement. It was a horror, of course. But the worst situation was with medicines. Pharmacies did not work, because they simply had nothing left, everything was sold out. In the first days, I went through all the offices on the four floors of the polyclinic and collected everything I managed to find there. Medicines from pharmaceutical representatives, some remnants of antipyretics and antibiotics. This is how we treated our little patients.

I called everyone, I was looking for this drug for her. I had the impression that I was a healer in some medieval age, when there is no cure for pneumonia. Fortunately, I found it. The child was cured, she was only four years old at that time.

They also came with SARS, bronchitis, and cystitis. Even with such diseases, which we usually do not treat in policlinics .We had nothing to do except helping everyone.Instead of a laboratory, we used test strips, when the electricity was turned off, we were treating patients under a flashlight. Sometimes you sit and hear explosions, explosions, explosions. That's how we  worked. This was our reality. This was our front – to protect children's health.