Viacheslav Kusyk

“Once, there was a moment when we cooked a pot of borscht in the morning, but it stood untouched until night because we had no time to eat [due to shelling]. And when we finally sat down to eat in the evening, there were pieces of metal tinkling inside – shrapnel, you see. They fell into our borscht, from explosions. No one thought of hiding the borscht, we had to hide our own heads to survive. So, this was our “combat borscht”.”