Nappasin yhdeltä venäläiseltä palstalta Artemivskissa tällä hetkellä toimivan henkilön lyhyen kuvauksen tilanteesta kaupungissa ja ajoin konekäännöksellä englanniksi. Oioin jonkin verran kömpelöimpiä kohtia ja joitakin virheitä.
In Artemivsk walk around soldiers from Debaltseve. They are in every shop, in every cafe and just on the streets on the benches. They smoke, drink a lot of coffee, and yes, vodka. They all have some kind of crazed eyes and smoke and ash covered dirty faces.
They sit in small groups and often do not even speak, just sit silent. They do not seem to believe that around there is quiet, no shooting, and that they can walk around, like everyone else. They look so surprised at the people around. Smiling girl. And one of them, when I pass by, pulls my sleeve and quietly says: stay well ... stay ... And I have to run to the hospital, they just drove wounded up there. Sorry, I tell him, I'm sorry ...
A hospital conveyor, all approaching and approaching cars with soldiers. They barely have time to enter, import, factory.
No one is allowed inside.In five minutes I manage to stay in the waiting room.
- How is it? - Asked one man, middle-aged, such hushed.
He limps, asks sweet tea with lemon - nothing serious like, contusion, and arthritis worsened. They are the guys who walked half a day.
- We are not giving up weapons. We do not give up the weapons. From time to time he repeats. Anything else he does not want to say, does not want to remember, sits and shakes his head.
- Man, let's go! - The nurse calls him.
He leaves, and the elevator door is closing. At this moment, he suddenly cries out to me:
- Girl! Girl! There was no militia! Was not at all! There were only the Chechens! They shouted "Allahu Akbar" and rushed on us, there were no militia at all! ....
And the elevator takes hime somewhere upstairs.