What is to be Done?

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[occidentalist]

Testimony of Maksim Plyushko, an evacuee from the city Konstantinovka, Donetsk People’s Republic, recounting how the AFU set fire to a church sheltering civilians. —Via Donbass News.

Video Description: A middle-aged man, wearing a black-and-yellow adidas shirt, is being interviewed outside against a backdrop of greenery. He is identified by a title card as ‘Maksim Plyushko; evacuated resident of Konstantinovka.’

His and the interviewer’s words are transcribed in English-translated subtitles, the subtitles read:

“They're simply destroying everything. We were sheltering in the church. There is nothing sacred to them. They set the church on fire yesterday at 2:00 a.m.”

- There were people inside?

“Yes, there were. They set it on fire. Nothing is sacred to them. 

- How many people were in the church?

“There were 13 people there, and the six of us. Nineteen in total.”

- How many people were evacuated today?

“Another group is being brought out today.”

Transcript end.

[occidentalist]

Testimony of Aleksander, a survivor of the AFU attack on a civilian bus in the city of Yenakievo, Donetsk People’s Republic. —Via Donbass News.

Video Description: A man with a bandaged head and wearing a hospital gown is being interviewed in a hospital room. He is identified by a title card as ‘Aleksandr; injured survivor.’

His words are transcribed in English-translated subtitles, the subtitles read:

“I live and work in Yenakievo. I was returning from Moscow after my vacation. When it happened, I was dozing a little, so I didn't actually hear the attack itself. The explosion woke me up—first a bright flash, then a blow to the head. At first, naturally, I was completely stunned. I had no understanding of what had happened. When I gradually came to my senses, my first thought was that half of my head was gone. Then I thought about my daughter. After that, I looked up and started taking in what was happening. The passengers were already evacuating as best they could—some faster, some slower. Because evacuation from a narrow bus is a very lengthy process, I got out through a window. Passengers from the front rows immediately started helping. They carried the injured away from the burning bus and provided whatever assistance they could. Local residents also came to help. The blast affected a large area, and people arrived and did whatever they could. Some even took children with them, wrapped them up, and looked after them.”

Transcript end.

[occidentalist]

Maksim, a student who survived the AFU strike on the pedagogical institute's college dormitory in Starobelsk, recounts his experience. — Via Donbass News.

Video Description: A young man with short bro hair and a black T-shirt is being interviewed on on what appears to be a park bench.

His words are transcribed in English-translated subtitles, the subtitles read:

“The first [drone] hit opposite the security post, that is outside. Two struck behind the dormitory, in the park area, but that was still nearby. Everything else [hit] us directly. The first one—after it hit, I got pinned down. I don't know by what miracle I got out, but I got out by myself. At first, I just kept going where I had been walking. They were calling me there, I was heading toward the girls. I grabbed one girl by the hand, then I heard a drone, and I fell from the fifth floor to the second. I started trying to get up, and a brick fell on my head. I collapsed again. Then I heard another drone approaching. I immediately got up, took just one step, and the blast wave threw me outside. I was lying outside and heard another drone coming. I quickly got up again, and there were fir trees nearby. Right there inside the grounds. I got under those trees and stayed there for a little while as the drones kept coming. I understood that they were close and already falling near us. Some of the guys were lying there too. I said—not only me, others were saying it too—that we had to get farther away from there, because another one could hit us. We started moving toward the gym. There were trees there too, and we hid under them. We waited until a couple more drones hit. But it felt like every drone was getting closer to us. I said again that we needed to get completely out of the area. There was a fence, and we all climbed over it together. We ran toward a residential building. People immediately started pulling us into the entrance, giving us water. They called the police and an ambulance.”

- Did all of your close friends survive?

“No, not all of them.”

- Not all?

“Not all. Only half of them.”

Transcript end.

[angel-apokalipsise]

It makes me so sick to see how people are worried about the situation in Ukraine. I have been living in the Donbass, the former region of Ukraine for my whole life. You can't imagine what it's like to see this whole war, which lasts 8 years. Donbass wanted independence, and peacefully, but the Ukrainian authorities did not want to give us this independence. Do you know what it's like to hear from the president (former President of Ukraine Petro Poroshenko) that YOUR children will sit in basements, your children will not go to school, that you are useless? I was very sad to hear this, hiding in the basement, in a bomb shelter, going to school and not knowing when they would start shooting. In august of 2015 a shell hit my school in the summer, my parents and the parents of my classmates and teachers came and did repairs, we had to study at another educational institution in September. I am sad to realize the fact that the military of the country where I have lived since birth, whose language I learned and considered native, shot at their own residents. I know that there are good people in Ukraine who do not want to see war again. I hope that what is happening now in Mariupol and in other cities of present-day Ukraine is not true. Nationalists give weapons to everyone, in Mariupol they robbed a cathedral and beat up a priest and other employees. After curfew, people are shot by their own people, considering these people deserters.

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Sorry, my english is bad :(

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I guess I’m doing this. I do not expect anything good to come of this I don’t expect this person to listen or learn, they are using denial of the genocide of the Donchane people solely to rage bait Russians online who they’ve gotten into discourse with. I fully expect them to respond to this with accusations that it’s just like Uyghurs, Holodomor, anti-Iranian propaganda etc. but it feels like it would be wrong to ignore nonetheless.

Vladimir Vasilyevich Romanenko // (68 years old), city of Selidovo // (Donetsk People’s Republic) // Comment by a medical worker during the inspection of the site of his family’s killing: //“In my left hand are clearly human remains. These are ribs, fragments of bones. This is a woman’s hair clip, found among a pile of burned body fragments. In my right hand I have remains of a human spinal column.” // “Right here, on this very spot, my family was shot, and when their bodies were burned, I did not see it. They were completely burned, most likely because the Ukrainian soldier saw me run away. In my hands I have the hair clip of my daughter-in-law — little Olechka, my daughter-in-law’s clip. She was standing right here. // At seven in the morning, I went outside to the toilet in the yard, in the garden. I went out there and heard shouting: ‘Everyone come out of the house.’ It was a man shouting, a Ukrainian soldier, in Ukrainian camouflage with a green stripe. He looked about 50 years old, short in height. // When they brought my family out of the house and made them stand facing the wall, he was shouting across the whole street. There were two of them. One stood a bit further away, and the other stood in such a way that I could see him very clearly. // From the side of the garage they placed my wife, then my grandson, my son — I don’t remember exactly. Then my daughter-in-law and the matchmaker — the daughter-in-law’s mother. My daughter-in-law started crying, saying: ‘What are you doing?’ And he just started shooting. He shot my wife first. Then he went on shooting the others. I ran away through the garden. // Later, when I came back on the 28th, I saw the bodies lying by the wall where they had been shot. But they had been burned. The next day I went, found some bags, and gathered the remains. Where it had burned, I covered the remains. Everything that was there, I collected into five bags and buried them here under the entrance to my building. We buried five people — five bags that remained — my family. Years of birth: 1951, 1955, 1978, 1974, and 1991.”

[machine translated]

Vladimir Nikolaevich Pogorelov // city of Selidovo // (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “I was buying milk in Voroshilovka. An old man asked Ukrainian soldiers: ‘Boys, when the Russians come, how will we live with them?’ One of them, the biggest one, turned and said: ‘Grandpa, don’t be afraid of the Russians — be afraid of us.’ He said: ‘We have 600 guns; when we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo out.’ Since 2015 they’ve been promising to wipe us out. Ukrainian soldiers personally told my mother twice, and almost all women: ‘When we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo off the face of the earth.’ But I stayed so it wouldn’t be wiped out. // Near shop No. 56, people used to gather to buy things. A mortar shell hit there once — no one was killed. A week later, people gathered again. I was thinking of going in the morning to buy mineral water but decided to go after noon. My godfather Alexei and my friend Gena went there to buy meat. Around ten o’clock a shell hit — four people were wounded. A woman had her kidney torn out, Gena had his leg pierced and an artery severed. A fragment got stuck and wasn’t removed. My godfather Alexei Vanin also had his leg pierced through and a graze to the head. Ukraine was firing. September–October. // In September, near the Revino bridge, I went to feed dogs. Ukrainian soldiers lived three houses down. When they left, they simply threw a grenade into the house. It caught fire and burned for two days because people were afraid it might be mined. // Or on Ostrovsky Street — a soldier came out from two houses down. Three minutes later, the house exploded. // Refugees from Peski and Pervomaisk were living in the children’s hospital. Ukrainian soldiers came, inspected the building, saw where people were living, collected all the fire extinguishers, and left. About six hours later, a strike hit — from Ostrovsky Street. It hit exactly where the refugees were living. There were no fire extinguishers, nothing to put out the fire. Those who survived gathered and fled further into Ukraine. // Russian troops were not there yet. They entered on Thursday around 2 p.m. On Tuesday, Ukrainian soldiers entered house No. 19, in front of mine. They went around breaking doors and shooting everyone they found. Anyone who opened the door was shot in the head. An 80-year-old grandmother, a lifelong teacher, was shot in the head. Everyone there was shot in the head. Three people survived — one didn’t manage to open the door, another barricaded himself and heard French and Ukrainian speech. A Frenchman said something, and a Ukrainian replied: ‘We don’t have time to break doors anymore. We’ve already cleared it.’ They left him alive because they had no time. // On Wednesday, someone with a Georgian accent walked through our yard shouting: ‘Is anyone alive?’ He reached my building. I was about to answer when he started swearing. I gathered the residents — six of us — to decide whether to open. We decided not to, since he was swearing. We waited for someone more polite. That was Wednesday — he was deliberately looking for civilians to kill. // In our building, they took a family of five, including a child, out into the yard and shot them. Ukrainian soldiers. // Snipers were placed here, and starting Tuesday they shot all the men. One ran into a shop — the sniper shot him there. His body is still lying there. // At the intersection, bodies lie in a row. All were shot in the head. Around this house, all the men were shot by Ukrainian snipers, maybe mercenaries. // A son came from a nearby street, saw his father lying dead, and ran home for shovels. While running, a sniper shot him in the head. He didn’t manage to bury his father.”

[machine translated]

Valentina Yevgenyevna Vasilkonova, city of Selidovo (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On October 21, the Ukrainian Armed Forces were retreating. We were standing by the entrance, and they started shooting. We heard Ukrainian speech: ‘Come here, come here.’ We ran and scattered into the entrances. My front door was shot through. I ran inside quickly, and a Ukrainian soldier shouted: ‘She ran over there.’ And they shot through my door — there’s still a hole in it to this day. // They also fired at the building across from us, number 12. We ran inside, but people were standing in entrance number 12 across the way. They locked the entrance. The Ukrainian soldiers said: ‘Open up, open up, nothing will happen to you.’ Aunt Valya opened it, and they shot the four of them. They hadn’t done anything. Lena was just sitting on the couch. They shot her. They shot her son, asking why he wasn’t fighting. They shot Sasha. Aunt Valya started screaming, and they shot her too. Lena said: ‘What are you doing?’ One of the soldiers said: ‘What should we do with her?’ Another said: ‘Just finish her.’ And they did.

A boy, Kolya, ran in. He lived nearby and had heard the shooting. He ran over, and they shot him too. Four people at once. Then they stayed in that apartment — about twelve of them. A young man living across saw everything through the window. They shot up his windows. // One man came out to surrender, and they shot him. He was lying near the entrance. In our Solnechny district, six people are lying dead. A woman was walking with a bag — a Ukrainian soldier shot her. Once, twice, three times. My neighbor Sasha told me: the soldier shot her three times. At first she started moving, and the soldier said: ‘Oh, you’re still moving?’ and shot again. ‘Waiters, waiters, waiters’ — that’s all we heard from them. // Sasha’s kitchen windows were shot up because they were firing. His door was shot too. My door was shot in the first entrance, his in the second. // When they were retreating, they shot at us. It’s good I hid… They opened the entrance and shot at the doors because they saw me running. Thank God they didn’t come into the apartment. If they had come in // In the neighboring house, a woman was feeding cats. Aunt Lena was 75 — they shot her. And Kirillovna, a Ukrainian language teacher, was running, made it into the entrance, but a soldier caught up with her and shot her. A 75-year-old woman feeding cats — why shoot her? // Those who write comments to me, those who left, say: ‘It can’t be Ukraine, Ukraine didn’t touch us when we lived there.’ But I stayed — I know it was Ukraine. // How do you prove that it was Ukraine who killed, and not Russia? Russia came — did they shoot us? No, on the contrary, they help us. They ask if we have food. We say we have everything, thank you. They help — they even brought me firewood. // My son also died on the 21st. He and Ruslan, a friend, and Seryozha went to a house on Ostrovskaya Street, 18, to drop off a friend. They arrived, got out — and Ukrainian soldiers were still sitting across from them. On the 22nd they had already reached our Solnechny district. It was around 10:30 at night. The soldiers said to them: ‘Why are you driving around?’ — ‘We brought a friend,’ Aunt Valya told me, Seryozha Sklyar’s mother. They kept asking: ‘Why are you driving around?’ // When I was burying my son, neighbors told me the soldiers had been drunk, they started picking on the boys, asking: ‘Why aren’t you fighting?’ I don’t know how it happened. They shot up the car — it’s still there by the house, riddled with bullets. Then they killed Seryozha. They carried him and laid him down. While they were carrying him, the soldiers were shooting at my son, Yevgeny Kirilenko. Aunt Valya said: ‘I started treating my son — his leg and arm were shot.’ // Then Zhenya went outside — a dog started whining. The soldiers had already shot the dog. He went out to it, and at around 10:30 at night they shot him near the dog. Then a soldier told Aunt Valya: ‘Look what they’re doing in that house.’ She said: ‘There’s no one left — you’ve already killed them all.’ And my son was lying there, dead. He hadn’t done anything. They weren’t rude, they didn’t argue, they didn’t say anything. They killed him simply for ‘why aren’t you fighting,’ for supposedly waiting for Russia. // Aunt Valya didn’t even hear our boys respond — they stayed silent. Then the soldiers came back and finished him off, in case he was still alive. Aunt Valya started screaming: ‘What are you doing, you butchers? You’ve already killed my son and now you’re killing him too.’ They didn’t touch Ruslan at first — he was the one bandaging him. // In the morning, when Ruslan tried to go out, the soldiers, while retreating, shot him too. So three people died at once. // Then the soldiers came here to our Solnechny district. So many people were killed here — bodies were lying around.

[machine translated]

Sergey Gennadievich Boenko, city of Selidovo (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “During their retreat, the Ukrainian Armed Forces were simply shooting everyone they came across. They went into apartment entrances, knocked on doors, broke down wooden doors, and shot those who opened them. On October 22, during the retreat, sometime after one o’clock, we heard intense automatic gunfire. // On the morning of the 23rd, I looked out the window and saw a dead man near entrance No. 6 of building 77 on Mikhaylovskaya Street. I went to the former ‘Solnechny’ shop and also saw a dead person on the corner. As it turned out, it was the neighbor of Sergey from the nearby building. He was killed on the corner of the building. // Neighbors saw that our neighbor had been killed. She was lying near the ‘Kolorit’ shop. Within a radius of one hundred meters from my brother’s apartment, I saw eight dead people. Valya — a neighbor from the first entrance — I buried her between the building and the shop. // Further on, near building 77, by the first entrance near the sidewalk, I saw two dead men of elderly age. Another dead person was near the sixth entrance. Near the ‘Solnechny’ shop, at the left corner of the store, lay Sergey Kasimov. At the right corner, behind the former ‘Soyuzpechat’ kiosk, there was another dead man. Behind the shops on the boulevard on the former Shchorsa Street (it was renamed under Ukrainian authorities), there was another man. And near building 12, by the first entrance, there was a dead man. // Another dead person lay near the turn by the house, near a concrete sewer cover. A second lay on the corner of that shop. A third man lay dead further down the sidewalk below the shop. One of them had been covered with something — he was about seventy years old. I had seen him alive several times before. // Varvara Sadchikova, a resident of the building’s first entrance, was killed about ten meters from here. I buried her on the 30th. She used to walk, loved dogs. She had dogs. She went out walking and was killed on the 22nd. // Near the second school there is a small-family dormitory building with a savings bank attached to it. Near the first entrance, right by a bench, there was a dead man lying there. Apparently, local residents had already covered him with something. That’s what I saw. // The Ukrainian Armed Forces also killed my former colleague from the mine, Volodya Borisov. At the intersection with Shevchenko Street. He was killed there in the same way as the others, during the retreat. You can’t call them soldiers… they’re monsters. They killed everyone indiscriminately. He was also killed. He had gone to fetch water, and they shot him there. // Why were they killed? I’ll tell you my view. Since 1991, there has been this rise of the Bandera narrative — that Bandera is a hero, that all those who were in the SS ‘Galicia’ division were actually fighting for Ukraine and did not kill civilians, and so on. But in reality, from the history we learned in Soviet school, we all know. // For ‘true’ Ukrainians now, the dream is to ‘rule’ — to dominate, to reign. Not through their own work, but by exploiting others — us, the eastern people.”

[machine translated]

‼️ I do not speak English. If you want to double check the translation I suggest running it through DeepL, Yandex or Google translate ‼️

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Nikolai Vasilievich Glukhanich, // city of Kurakhovo (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On December 19, 2024, I went out to take out the trash and on the way wanted to pick up a few more pieces of firewood from some broken wood. And Ukrainians dropped a drone on me near the second entrance, where the trash is off to the side, behind our building.

I have five fragments in me. In my temple, here on my arm there’s still a strong mark, and in my thigh. Where the temple is, you can clearly see it. If you want, I can take it off and show you how my shoulder was torn apart. // I was wearing this padded jacket, this quilted coat. It tore through it. It went from bottom to top. And right into the temple—can you imagine, two centimeters from the eye or so. It tore the hood, tore everything, and it was all very painful. Also here in the shin, in the leg. In total, five fragments. They’re small. They fired once. I already jumped into the entrance, and then a second time—the second drop was stronger. That is, they were finishing me off. // Another time before that, I was fixing doors in this entrance where I live. I reacted to the sound. When it hit—well, I managed to sit down in the entrance. My arm was hit—very strong, like by some kind of pellet. Extremely strong, like after a blow. Very, very painful. // They knew civilians lived here, knew we were civilians, saw that we were trying to clean around the house—they were watching us very closely. And they struck deliberately. They knew we were civilians. // Before me, the Terekhov family was injured. They went for water or firewood, and the son went first, around nine in the morning. I think he went for water; there was frost then, this was December 15, and he couldn’t get any. We were collecting water from a drainage outlet—it was closer and safer. But he probably went to the base where there were supplies of bottled water. Then his mother goes—he’s still not back—and she went to look for him. // I live on the fourth floor, I hear her shouting: ‘People, help!’ And she’s crawling there, along that alley behind the bank, crawling and rolling over. My God! I went out, started looking for people; a man from that building helped, and another one here. We found a blanket, pulled her out, then we see Sergey—her son—crawling too. She had a wound in her lower back and, I think, in the right leg, above the knee. And the son had an open fracture in the right shin. A terrible open fracture—the bone was sticking out. // She went to look for him after two or three hours. And they themselves were crawling and rolling, covering about half a kilometer like that. We dragged them maybe 100–150 meters—not much. With the fracture we just put on splints. It was December. // The drone knew that only civilians lived here. It’s bad, very bad. Ukrainians were finishing off their own. Then they started firing at our building. The windows are broken; I had just patched them up. It was coming from the direction of Dachnoye, where Ukraine was positioned. // They fired to the point that some kind of projectile flew in—I don’t know what it’s called, I still have the casing from it. It flew into the room, smashed things—seven through-holes in the kitchen, then it went through the bathroom, the storage room, then into the living room. About 30 holes in total, some through, some not. // Near the church, a young guy was injured. He lay in the basement for a month. He was also hit by a Ukrainian drone—he had been going for water, or they were feeding people in the church basement. He lived in that basement for a month and died near the church, somewhere there he was buried. His name was Viktor. // Others lived on Engels Street, and they had some kind of conflict with Ukrainian soldiers: ‘Why aren’t you leaving the city?’ And they were simply shot. I think they were pensioners—a man and a woman, maybe just below retirement age. It was Ukrainian soldiers who shot them. // Another man lived—he also had some kind of conflict with Ukrainian soldiers—they threw a grenade under his feet. His surname was Osipovich, in Yuzhny, that’s what I was told. Around 45 years old. // I wanted to go to church for Christmas. Ukrainians were dropping charges from drones, like mines, watching us from drones and striking like with mines. I couldn’t even go to church for Christmas.”

[machine translated]

Vitaliy Viktorovich Kolesnik, city of Kurakhovo (Donetsk People’s Republic // “People tried at night to run to a safe place, to the village of Krasnoye. They said they were shot at, struck by drones—basically, people were being killed. They were heading toward Donetsk, that is, toward the Russian troops. They were looking for safety, running there, running toward the Russian forces. And these enemies—‘Nazi’ Ukrainian soldiers—were firing at them, not letting them get there. // At some point people were looking for water. There’s the Vorsovskaya base here; there used to be a warehouse with water there—packs, maybe 19-liter ones, around ten of them. Some water remained, and people went there looking for it. Ukrainian drones attacked them. Many civilian bodies were lying right on the road. I even know the surname of one young guy—Terekhov—who was injured. A drone attacked him and damaged his legs. He started crawling. There was no one around. Then he rolled along near the highway, along the roadside with his injured legs. Eventually he crawled somewhere to a house and shouted for help. Apparently people heard him and pulled him out. And his mother was waiting for him. Her name was Valentina, may she rest in peace. She went to look for him, and a drone attacked her too. Somehow people carried them into a basement. But the mother couldn’t be saved—she died. Valentina Terekhova.

[machine translated]

Aleksandr Dmitrievich Chotiy, city of Kurakhovo (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On December 20, 2024, my neighbor and I were living in a basement. We needed to go down into the cellar for household needs—get some potatoes, maybe some preserved food. We went behind the house and heard a drone flying in from the west. It flew behind the house, seemed like it kept going. // The cellar is very close—about five meters from the house. My neighbor was going down into the cellar, and I was standing nearby. Literally a second later, the drone came back and dropped something. // I fell. I couldn’t move because I realized a nerve in my thigh had been severed—in my right leg, and also in my left, it hit my toe and foot. // There was a man, Aleksandr Nikolayevich Kutsuvalov, born in 1980. A Ukrainian drone was specifically hunting him and two other people, dropped something on them, and he was also wounded. He lived at 10 Komsomolsky Avenue, apartment 20. // Ukrainian forces want to inflict maximum damage on the local residents who stayed here. They believe that those who stayed are ‘waiters,’ meaning they are waiting for the ‘Russian world.’ Most likely, that is why—to cause as much harm as possible to the local population.”

[machine translated]

Igor Aleksandrovich Kamenetsky, city of Kurakhove (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On October 30, 2024, it was my father’s birthday. I congratulated him, then went to pass on greetings to a neighbor. We were with him in the garage, at 85 Michurina Street. // Two Ukrainian soldiers came in; with them was Andrey Bitner, born in 1976. They made us lie on the floor. I was struck on the head from above with a foot. When they entered the garage, they said: ‘Why didn’t you evacuate, you waiters.’ Basically, it was all ‘waiters, waiters, waiters.’ // They told us to lie face down. I was face down, and they kicked me in the back of the head with boots. Vova was shot in the arm. One of them asked about the car—whether it worked or not, what condition it was in, whether there was gasoline or not. They got in and drove away. // A second one stayed with us. The Ukrainian servicemen put us in a pit, back to back, made us take off our outer clothing, and took off our shoes. // One soldier continued: what are you doing here, translate from Ukrainian to Russian, from Russian to Ukrainian, do you know Ukrainian? // They forced us to sing the anthem. One told me to move toward the gate, press my head down, hands up—and a shot rang out. I saw Andrey slump to the side. // Another Ukrainian soldier came in. He said: ‘I’m here for you.’ They made me lie face down on the ground again. Again, questions: what are you doing here, what are you waiting for? // There was also a question from the second soldier to the first one who came in. He said: ‘Why did you kill that one?’ And he replied: ‘I didn’t want to guard two.’ // Then another one told me: ‘Get up and run.’ I said: where? ‘To Dnipropetrovsk.’ I ran to the turn, went around the corner to a neighbor. I asked for shoes, clothes, something to throw on.”

[machine translated]

‼️ I do not speak English. If you want to double check the translation I suggest running it through DeepL, Yandex or Google translate ‼️

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Sergey Konstantinovich Andreev, city of Kurakhove (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “When the Ukrainian shelling began, we, of course, suffered greatly from it. Many were wounded, and there were deaths. // Acquaintances were returning home during curfew and saw that a Ukrainian unit was standing by a tank, and the commander was giving them orders: three shots at the city, two at the Kurakhove thermal power plant. // Our workers at the power plant tried in every possible way to provide heat and electricity to the city. But the Ukrainians hindered this. // Our mayor, whose surname is Padun, worked at the power plant and knew where to direct mortar fire, where it would hit most painfully so that it would take longer to repair. // And that’s why the Ukrainian military fired precisely at the transformer substation. As soon as smoke came out of the power plant’s chimney, shelling would begin. This was the first sign that people had restored the plant’s operation and started up the units to provide heat and electricity. // Mayor Padun knew exactly where to strike. According to rumors, he even gave instructions to the director—several directors changed at the plant during that period—to stop supplying heat, preserve the equipment, and evacuate all workers. // There were many collapses during the shelling, with people trapped under the rubble. There were many injuries, including shrapnel wounds. // The director of our lyceum was also affected in the same way. A strike hit while she was at home. In the kitchen, part of the window was blown out by the blast wave, and that fragment killed her. // Whenever shelling occurred, for some reason none of the Ukrainian soldiers suffered. They were warned in advance, and only civilians suffered. // There were many injuries. On my younger daughter’s birthday, a strike landed nearby. One woman was killed and another was seriously wounded. People were simply sitting on a bench when the Ukrainian shelling happened. // Later, drones appeared here—there were so many that it seemed like a swarm of bees. It was incredibly loud; they fell, exploded, and dropped payloads. Our apartment was damaged. It was a so-called ‘Baba Yaga’ drone. // We live on the fifth floor; in one room there is basically no ceiling anymore. The Ukrainian ‘Baba Yaga’ drone is one of the larger ones. We somehow learned to hide all the time. // Ukrainian troops did not reach our basement, but in the neighboring building they did and even took people hostage. People were sitting in the basement, and they drove them up to the first and second floors to use them as human shields. // I heard this from conversations with an acquaintance of mine who was in that basement.”

[machine translated]

Alexander Anatolyevich Machula and Elena Vladimirovna Machula, Kurakhove (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On the first floor of our building lived a disabled man of the third category, Nikolai Ivanovich Samokhval, 57 years old. A support group of the Ukrainian Armed Forces came and killed him on December 23, sometime between 11 p.m. and midnight. Those who saw the body said there was a hematoma on the back of his skull. I understand it was a blow from a rifle butt. // One of four Ukrainian soldiers killed him. Four Ukrainian soldiers came to support those who were in the cooperative building and the House of Culture. The most brutal and stubborn among them had the callsign ‘Den,’ Dima. I didn’t let them into the entrance at first, but as soon as they got in, he pointed his rifle at me and said: ‘If you, old man, stop me from passing one more time, I’ll shoot you.’ //They threatened us, saying that when the Russians come, they’ll slaughter all of you. They said Russians eat dogs and cats, and that we are not people to them. // They stole property. Right in front of us, a Ukrainian soldier, about 20 years old, opened a wardrobe in the apartment opposite—a two-room flat. He told me he couldn’t wait to turn 18 to sign a contract with the Ukrainian army; he wanted to fight. He tore off a very strong lock, rummaged through drawers, and anything he found—he put in his pocket if it was valuable. // We all watched this in our entrance. We saw them breaking doors open without any hesitation, using crowbars. On the second floor, they fired several rounds from a 5.45 mm rifle while breaking down a door. // They arrived on December 19, 2024, around noon, and locked us in from the outside. They used us as a shield—I insist on that. I told them: ‘What are you doing, guys? You can’t do this.’ // Below us, they broke down the door of our neighbor Shanin. There was a sniper on the first floor beneath us, and a grenade launcher operator—the same ‘Den.’ They didn’t let us go anywhere. We couldn’t even go for water—we didn’t have water even to flush the toilet. // We used to go to a well under building 2V, but the Ukrainians locked us in. We cooked outside, and when I brought boiling water in, a Ukrainian soldier locked us inside with our own key. For three days, they didn’t let us out at all.

They left on December 23. I heard the key turn in the lock—that’s when we were finally able to go into the entrance. // The Ukrainians used drones a lot. They attacked us personally twice. We were walking from our damaged house, carrying some potatoes along Mechnikov Street, when a Ukrainian drone attacked us. Luckily, it got caught in the branches of a tree near the House of Culture. // The Ukrainian soldiers saw that civilians were walking. I was wearing a padded jacket, and my wife was wearing one too. We were carrying bags, and they still launched a drone at us. // They strike civilians so that we would talk less about what they were doing. Ukrainian soldiers believed that those who stayed here were already separatists, no longer Ukraine. They said to us: ‘What, are you waiting for the tricolors? Waiting for the Russian army?’ // They openly showed their hatred. They said: ‘You’ll see. Do you think things will be good here?’ // I didn’t let the Ukrainian drone operators into the basement. There were eight of us there—mostly elderly women, and me as the only relatively able man, plus Kolya, the disabled man. A Ukrainian soldier fired a burst over my head and said: ‘What, aren’t you afraid?’ I replied that I’d already had my share of fear when I served in the army. // One neighbor disappeared—Vitya Shuminsky from the second floor. Russian troops weren’t even nearby yet, but we were shelled every night by the Ukrainians for two months straight with mortars. // They would drive out from the stadium in a pickup truck with a mortar in the back, followed by another vehicle, probably with ammunition. They fired at the city, at kindergartens. One time they left at 11 p.m. and fired until morning, hitting whatever they could. Another time, at 6 p.m., already dark, four mortars started firing. The Russians weren’t even in Maksimilianovka yet. // The Ukrainians had a motto: ‘What is not Ukraine is ruins.’ And they destroyed all the infrastructure themselves. // We even know—the city mayor, many people can confirm this—ordered the Ukrainian military what to bomb. // They hit schools, kindergartens, residential buildings, the shopping center, the post office. Pensioners remained in the city and received pensions at the post office. When people gathered there, they struck it and destroyed it. // They didn’t spare their own people. Shelters meant for civilians were given to the military. Humanitarian aid was often divided and stolen, while people were given only simple pasta and flour. // As for Russian speakers—they hated us terribly. I wanted to charge a flashlight from a Ukrainian soldier; he took the charger and broke it. He himself was from Ternopil, 20 years old, named Bohdan. They were from Ternopil, Ivano-Frankivsk, Rivne regions. // They also killed Gennady—we knew him from work. He was a year older than us, 68. He saw Ukrainian soldiers appear in the neighboring entrance, and since he was a smoker and cigarettes were scarce, he said: ‘I’ll run over and ask them—even buy one.’ He knocked on the basement door. It was terrible—they dragged him in and killed him. Only his hat remained. His wife lived on the fifth floor but never found the body. // I stored firewood in the seventh entrance for the stove. I noticed packages from pills appearing near my wood, and they were cooking something in a pot—some foul-smelling orange substance. Most likely drugs. Those were definitely narcotic pills. // Later I went for firewood, and on the first floor the door was open. In fact, all doors up to the fifth floor were open. In one apartment on the first floor, I saw a dead Ukrainian soldier sitting in a chair. I looked and left, never went back. // Later, when Russian soldiers—our guys, sappers—arrived, they checked it. They said: ‘Don’t go into that apartment on the right, where the Ukrainian soldier is sitting in the chair—it’s mined. Not only his body, but an explosive device is connected to a water canteen next to him. There’s half a canteen of drinking water there—don’t touch it. The Ukrainians mined their own soldier’s body.’”

[machine translated]

Tatyana Ivanovna Lazko, Kurakhove (Donetsk People’s Republic): // “Five houses in a row caught fire. There was Ukrainian shelling of those houses. We already more or less understand what is flying where and from where. // One person was dug out from under the rubble. The relatives took them away somewhere else in the city. // When I went the next day—my sister has an apartment there—I went there, and those Ukrainian soldiers were shouting: ‘In 10 days all the houses will be like this, all the houses will be burning.’ This was in November 2024. // They burned it down—I think it was a show for those who stayed here. Like a visual example, a lesson for those who remained in the city. From the Ukrainian side.”

[machine translated]

Anton Vladimirovich Savich, city of Vuhledar (Donetsk People’s Republic // “Throughout all this time, the Ukrainians—well, there was constant fire, they were shooting from everywhere. They were firing from the west. // The shelling was constant. Sometimes it was even hard to sleep—three years of continuous shelling. Visually, we saw that they were Ukrainian nationalists. // Here, near the school entrance, a vehicle arrived. There was food—humanitarian aid, water, grains, porridge in boxes. These were chaplains, from Christian churches. ‘Let’s pray, let’s pray,’ they said. The vehicle drove off, and immediately shells started landing. The metal door was riddled like a sieve—you could even take it off, it’s completely shot through. A man and I often played chess there. // Local residents were killed and torn apart by the shells and explosions. Here are the graves. We buried people wherever we could—on a garbage site, wherever possible. I personally buried Ruslan at the very beginning. Denis is buried here, then Andrey. Igor’s wrestling coach—just about half a year ago—came out of his basement, and a shell landed, tearing him apart. // Ruslan died two years ago, at the very beginning, down by the exit near the bus stop of the first mine—that’s where his grave is. // There was a barrel at the corner near ‘Vector.’ We used to go there for water. Four people were blown to pieces—flesh was scattered everywhere. And there were many such cases, just from shelling.”

[machine translated]

I heard that the translated testimonies had some minor translation errors and readability issues, but I figured these ones were okay.

‼️ I do not speak English. If you want to double check the translation I suggest running it through DeepL, Yandex or Google translate ‼️

[ineed2forgetsotakeme2floridaaa]

Yulia Viktorovna Yayno, a witness to crimes of the Kyiv regime in the city of Mariupol // (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “Ukrainians from ‘Azov’ abducted girls, raped them, // and abused them in all kinds of perverse ways. // They injected construction foam into women’s internal organs. // These are not people – they are beasts.”

machine translated

Sorry, I'm spending the least amount of time on this section because it turned out to be the most difficult for me.

I was unable to find the original Russian text of these testimonies.

[ineed2forgetsotakeme2floridaaa]

https://democracyfund.ru/userfiles/Doklad%20Krasnoarmeysk.pdf

https://democracyfund.ru/userfiles/CRIMES%20OF%20THE%20KIEV%20REGIME%20AGAINST%20WOMEN%20AND%20CHILDREN-Rus.pdf

https://democracyfund.ru/userfiles/Military%20Crimes2.pdf

[ineed2forgetsotakeme2floridaaa]

The latest official figures on civilian deaths in LPR-controlled Lugansk date back to 2023 and put the number at at least 3,169. The most recent figures on civilian deaths in DPR-controlled Donetsk do not include casualties from mass killings in cities under Ukrainian control, but only civilian casualties in separatist/Russian-controlled Donbass as a result of Ukrainian attacks on civilians. The total death toll stands at 13,108. However, the Human Rights Commissioner for Lugansk, Anna Soroka, estimates the death toll in Lugansk at 6,000. This brings the total to 16,000. This figure does not include casualties from mass killings, drone strikes, airstrikes, shelling, etc. in Donetsk (I'm not sure if Soroka included the Ukrainian-controlled LPR in her estimate) when it was under Ukrainian control, and I don't think that includes, at least on the DPR side, the dead found later in mass graves, of which there were many. This means that, if we were to stay on the safe side, a reasonable estimate of the civilian death toll in Donbas would be 17,000, but most estimates point to 20,000 deaths.

[ineed2forgetsotakeme2floridaaa]

This is the most exhausting, sickly, and painful section for me, and it could be a video essay in itself. I've selected several examples of high-ranking Ukrainian politicians and military leaders to illustrate Ukraine's intent to commit genocide. This is by no means an exhaustive overview.

There is of course our current Head of the Office of the President of Ukraine and former Chief of the Main Directorate of Intelligence of Ukraine, Lieutenant general Kyrylo Oleksiiovych Budanov of “Don’t continue with that topic. All I will comment on is that we’ve been killing Russians and we will keep killing Russians anywhere on the face of this world until the complete victory of Ukraine.” and openly supporting Nation Europa fame. Who is Nation Europa I wonder? Well it’s difficult to find out now because the Wikipedia page has been taken down, but I managed to dig it up on Internet Archive

Huh, there’s a lot of Ukrainian Armed Forces battalions who operate in Donbass in that member list But belonging to an international alliance of Russophobic Ukrainian nationalist neo-Nazis does not necessarily imply genocidal intent. Take, for example, one of the alliance's founders, Svoboda, one of Ukraine's five leading political parties. Several of their paramilitaries have become part of the Ukrainian army, such as the Sich Battalion, formed in 2014 by Svoboda to fight in Donbass and still fighting in Donbass under the name the 4th Sich Company of the Kyiv Regiment and under the watchful eye of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I am certain they have never said anything that amounted to genocidal intent against the people of Donbass.

Whoops… Well at least she’s never been officially endorsed by the Ukrainian Government!

Oh

Who was Mr. "we will keep killing Russians anywhere on the face of this world" replacing as the honourable head of the Ukrainian presidential office? Well that would be Andriy Borysovych Yermak, who while having left the president’s office, remains a member of the National Security and Defense Council of Ukraine, member of the Headquarters of the Supreme Commander-in-Chief and Chief of staff of the Coordination Headquarters for Humanitarian and Social Affairs. Yermak, during his tenure as the Head of Office for Zelensky, once said, “Russians, these inhumans, have no right to be among civilized citizens of Western countries at all.” and “The Russians will pay for all the victims of the Holodomor and will be held accountable for today’s crimes. This will be a historic moment of reckoning. It is already awaiting the Russian nation.” and “The entire Russian nation will be punished for the evil for which it is responsible. It will not be possible to avoid punishment.” You get the idea, he talks a lot.

There's also Poroshenko's infamous speech, in which he says Ukraine will win the war by depriving the residents of Donbass of pensions, jobs, education support, and safety (our children will go to schools and kindergartens, while their children will live in basements/bomb shelters).

Ukraine’s former Minister of Social Policy Andriy Oleksiyovych Reva said about the people of Donbass: “Everyone who was pro-Ukrainian has left. And those who want to receive two pensions, one here and one here, let them endure. I don't feel sorry for them at all. I feel sorry for those soldiers and officers and their families who were killed there for these scum.”

Oleg Livanchuk, the head of the Krasnogorsk city military-state administration, said of the residents of the Donetsk Region city: "…And the television here is only Russian. That's why the people here are weak-willed. Plus, there's a large percentage of stupid people here… It's a neutral territory between two states, where marginalized people and criminals were exiled. And you can't change genes. A lot is born in the genes. That's your gene pool."

Semen Ihorovych Semenchenko, founder and commander of the 2nd Special Forces Battalion famous for their war crimes of the National Guard "Donbas", as well as former First Deputy Chairperson of the Verkhovna Rada of Ukraine Committee on National Security and Defence said in 2019 “In my understanding, Ukraine should have a strategy to depopulate Donbass. But despite the terrifying name, there's nothing genocidal about it… It's necessary to extract all labor resources from the occupied territories.” He was a recipient of the Order of Bohdan Khmelnytsky, third class, from the President of Ukraine and received a Makarov pistol from the head of the Security Service of Ukraine

There was also the instances of Ukraine attempting to stop COVID 19 vaccines from entering Donbass in the middle of the Pandemic, and the Ukrainian Government softly calling to an end to funding of the Russian Red Cross because it operates in Russian controlled Donbass, where the Ukrainian Red Cross cannot enter, effectively depriving the Donbass region of the Red Cross all together.

[ineed2forgetsotakeme2floridaaa]

Gee, I wonder why, after spending time in anti-Russian circles, you fell for Ukrainian nationalist propaganda? It's a complete mystery. (I'm also intrigued by the idea of ​​responding to accusations of being a "Tumblrpilled" by saying I get my political views not exclusively from a Nazi website, but from a turbo-Nazi one.) You are less intelligent then a dog

[closet-keys]

I feel so angry. tumblr staff has consistently targeted the most vulnerable groups in their userbase-- people doing survival sex work, racialized people, transfeminized people, people in the periphery.

their targeting of Ahmed is absolutely unconscionable. how are you going to target a disabled kid who is being starved by a genocidal entity?? how do you get to the point of bullying someone who is only barely surviving?

I can't stand this fucking place.

[closet-keys]

don't let tumblr staff think they've succeeded in erasing him from your circle of compassion. please send him some funds for medicine and food. he is still here, and he still needs our support.

[mousidy]

Most trans women do have harmful patriarchal ideas that they need to unlearn in my experience but those ideas aren’t male entitlement but instead minimizing themselves due to being women. A lot of early transfems have internalized the idea that they have to be meek and hold themselves to unrealistic beauty standards and can’t ever speak up for themselves. The whole “‘male socialization” nonsense has the whole issue backwards. Young transfems need feminism not to minimize themselves more.

YES!!!!!! very very well put!!!!!! it's almost as if women in general under patriarchy internalize misogynistic ideas about womanhood. but no, certainly this is an issue only trans women should need to think about. it's not as if trans women are held to an impossibly high standard of femininity BY many other women... right?

claims of "male socialization" often translate directly to "you aren't quiet and submissive enough for my liking." the misogyny is coming from inside the house

[madilik]

that time of the year: hrt fundraiser for turkey (and other countries)

once again I am asking for funds to supply my community with HRT. Last year they banned HRT for ppl below 21, now they're making it harder to get a prescription even if you're already in the system (it's already very hard and takes long time to get approval), and since HRT became prescription only just 2 years ago, there's many people who are on HRT but aren't yet (or can't be) in the system who need hormones. And many ppl just can't afford to buy it even if they have prescriptions. So I do this to supply HRT FOR FREE to my community.

Once I meet a goal that means I can service the people who already rely on me and have some extra, the rest of the funds go to other countries' HRT needs (last year we raised 2000+ euros and shared a good amount of it with Lebanon, Morocco, Mali, I imagine it'll be similar this year, maybe adding other countries).

How to help: you can send money to [email protected] on p@ypal.

25 euros means a vial of E (almost a year's worth), 30 euros means a vial of T (almost half a year's worth). This is the only HRT lots of people in my country and other countries I listed above and will be helping have access to due to increasing restrictions and bans and economic problems. Please help and share if you can.

WE HAVE UNTIL MAY 24 TO COLLECT AS MUCH AS WE CAN AND PLACE AN ORDER.

PLEASE SHARE AND DONATE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.

[madilik]

Theres also a qr code to help :)

[madilik]

225 eur so far !! This is like 8 vials, we still ideally need a lot more but it's a great start for the first day, thank you!! Please consider donating to basically sponsor access to HRT for a trans person from Turkey (or another global south country) for a year! Any amount adds up and helps, a lot of what we got last year was like, 3 bucks many times adding up heheh

[fadwafamilys-blog]

My son Mohammed is facing a serious health condition and urgently needs surgery to remove a toe from his foot.

We are living in very difficult circumstances and cannot afford the costs of treatment or even basic food for him.

Please, help us with any small amount so we can cover the surgery, medical care, and provide him with a safer life. Your support could save my child and give him a chance to heal 💔🙏

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[fadwafamilys-blog]

Donate if you can, share if you can't. 🙏😭🙏

Fadwa from Gaza: Restore Abdullah and Mohammad's Home

My name is Fadwa, speaking from a tentside life in Gaza where my family has been since our home was bombed. For two and a half years, I have

[cloverbunn13]

ive said it before but it really does bug me how this site (and “progressives” across the board) hear “sex work” and will only advocate for the girl with an onlyfans, or someone camming or something. and yes they absolutely need advocates. but i have a feeling most of yall either forget or choose not to think about full service workers.

sex work is shown as “sexy” and “empowering” when youre taking pictures of yourself to sell, but god forbid you physically make somebody cum for money. often we are derided, patronized and seen as unwitting victims, or simply left out of the discussion (and trust me the silence is DEAFENING and says a lot on its own)

please remember that some of us out here risk our bodies and legal status to do what we do. and we deserve your respect and help, not condescension and pity.

[cloverbunn13]

hey uh its great yall will reblog this but my actual post asking for support is getting a literal tenth of this attention. i currently have no other income than escort work so you do actually want to support a full service sex worker, here is my cashapp: $cl0verf0x

[cloverbunn13]

HEY SHARE THIS ONE I SAID

yall still arent. and guess what i still need help. but so many of yall want to LOOK like you support trans women and sex workers without actually doing anything.

if youre not sharing this version with my info, genuinely fuck you

[tatarstani-deactivated20250806]

Babes, re your «I can’t even say I wish Putin blows up Kyiv» post let me just say as girl from Lugansk (although luckily in Canada now for my masters) — fuck them! For 8 years they was aiding and abetting genocide! For all that time when Ukrainian forces were raping, looting and murdering in Donbass their biggest worry was what if the resistance to those rapers, looters and murderers in Donbass kills those same rapers, looters and murderers. I am Ukrainian (ethnically, not nationally — fuck that country to hell), we watched Ukrainian news every night and let me tell you the propaganda was not strong enough to hide reality. Ukrainians are not just citizens of Nazi Germany, they are Nazis, willing members of the party. In Kiev they had grand parades for those men who were reason that not far from my Babushka’s village, there is field of white graves.

They paid taxes, did some small civil disobedience when genociders in Donbass got blown up one time too much, and still spent 8 years not care at all! And now war has come to them and oh no, «poor Ukraine is genocided by Russia» — but for 8 years it was Ukraine genociding Ukrainians! They came to villages in Donbass where was barely any Russian people, but still found reason to shoot anything that moved! In Lugansk there were towns living in famine, I sometimes go there to bring what little humanitarian aid we could find (and many times we were too late because Ukraine would make delay on Russian aid convoys on purpose), and they all looked like people from concentration camp or like Eugenia Cooney! Just bones and skin!

Now Ukraine has been in fair fight for three years and still Donbass suffers most — but somehow Ukraine is biggest victim in all of this? Well fuck them! When first Russian missile hit Kiev we made street party. If someone mad at you for make joke on people who paid for genocide with no real moral problem — tell them to go hell!

in a just world girl… in a just world

[milliebobbyflay]

To the closeted transfem audience member, the Tranny stock character exists primarily to remind you of how you will be treated if you are ever to act on your desires, to teach you that you are right to be ashamed and to hide these feelings, and that if you ever were to act on them you would become an object of justified ridicule and the acceptable target of unlimited patriarchal violence. The idea that such characters constitute "representation" or that the widespread presence of the tranny caricature as a target of mockery and bile fascination in media constitutes evidence of some sort of privilege is a bizarrely cruel position that a lot of people who claim to care about trans women nevertheless seem to take.

[ineed2forgetsotakeme2floridaaa]

I guess I’m doing this. I do not expect anything good to come of this I don’t expect this person to listen or learn, they are using denial of the genocide of the Donchane people solely to rage bait Russians online who they’ve gotten into discourse with. I fully expect them to respond to this with accusations that it’s just like Uyghurs, Holodomor, anti-Iranian propaganda etc. but it feels like it would be wrong to ignore nonetheless.

Vladimir Vasilyevich Romanenko // (68 years old), city of Selidovo // (Donetsk People’s Republic) // Comment by a medical worker during the inspection of the site of his family’s killing: //“In my left hand are clearly human remains. These are ribs, fragments of bones. This is a woman’s hair clip, found among a pile of burned body fragments. In my right hand I have remains of a human spinal column.” // “Right here, on this very spot, my family was shot, and when their bodies were burned, I did not see it. They were completely burned, most likely because the Ukrainian soldier saw me run away. In my hands I have the hair clip of my daughter-in-law — little Olechka, my daughter-in-law’s clip. She was standing right here. // At seven in the morning, I went outside to the toilet in the yard, in the garden. I went out there and heard shouting: ‘Everyone come out of the house.’ It was a man shouting, a Ukrainian soldier, in Ukrainian camouflage with a green stripe. He looked about 50 years old, short in height. // When they brought my family out of the house and made them stand facing the wall, he was shouting across the whole street. There were two of them. One stood a bit further away, and the other stood in such a way that I could see him very clearly. // From the side of the garage they placed my wife, then my grandson, my son — I don’t remember exactly. Then my daughter-in-law and the matchmaker — the daughter-in-law’s mother. My daughter-in-law started crying, saying: ‘What are you doing?’ And he just started shooting. He shot my wife first. Then he went on shooting the others. I ran away through the garden. // Later, when I came back on the 28th, I saw the bodies lying by the wall where they had been shot. But they had been burned. The next day I went, found some bags, and gathered the remains. Where it had burned, I covered the remains. Everything that was there, I collected into five bags and buried them here under the entrance to my building. We buried five people — five bags that remained — my family. Years of birth: 1951, 1955, 1978, 1974, and 1991.”

[machine translated]

Vladimir Nikolaevich Pogorelov // city of Selidovo // (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “I was buying milk in Voroshilovka. An old man asked Ukrainian soldiers: ‘Boys, when the Russians come, how will we live with them?’ One of them, the biggest one, turned and said: ‘Grandpa, don’t be afraid of the Russians — be afraid of us.’ He said: ‘We have 600 guns; when we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo out.’ Since 2015 they’ve been promising to wipe us out. Ukrainian soldiers personally told my mother twice, and almost all women: ‘When we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo off the face of the earth.’ But I stayed so it wouldn’t be wiped out. // Near shop No. 56, people used to gather to buy things. A mortar shell hit there once — no one was killed. A week later, people gathered again. I was thinking of going in the morning to buy mineral water but decided to go after noon. My godfather Alexei and my friend Gena went there to buy meat. Around ten o’clock a shell hit — four people were wounded. A woman had her kidney torn out, Gena had his leg pierced and an artery severed. A fragment got stuck and wasn’t removed. My godfather Alexei Vanin also had his leg pierced through and a graze to the head. Ukraine was firing. September–October. // In September, near the Revino bridge, I went to feed dogs. Ukrainian soldiers lived three houses down. When they left, they simply threw a grenade into the house. It caught fire and burned for two days because people were afraid it might be mined. // Or on Ostrovsky Street — a soldier came out from two houses down. Three minutes later, the house exploded. // Refugees from Peski and Pervomaisk were living in the children’s hospital. Ukrainian soldiers came, inspected the building, saw where people were living, collected all the fire extinguishers, and left. About six hours later, a strike hit — from Ostrovsky Street. It hit exactly where the refugees were living. There were no fire extinguishers, nothing to put out the fire. Those who survived gathered and fled further into Ukraine. // Russian troops were not there yet. They entered on Thursday around 2 p.m. On Tuesday, Ukrainian soldiers entered house No. 19, in front of mine. They went around breaking doors and shooting everyone they found. Anyone who opened the door was shot in the head. An 80-year-old grandmother, a lifelong teacher, was shot in the head. Everyone there was shot in the head. Three people survived — one didn’t manage to open the door, another barricaded himself and heard French and Ukrainian speech. A Frenchman said something, and a Ukrainian replied: ‘We don’t have time to break doors anymore. We’ve already cleared it.’ They left him alive because they had no time. // On Wednesday, someone with a Georgian accent walked through our yard shouting: ‘Is anyone alive?’ He reached my building. I was about to answer when he started swearing. I gathered the residents — six of us — to decide whether to open. We decided not to, since he was swearing. We waited for someone more polite. That was Wednesday — he was deliberately looking for civilians to kill. // In our building, they took a family of five, including a child, out into the yard and shot them. Ukrainian soldiers. // Snipers were placed here, and starting Tuesday they shot all the men. One ran into a shop — the sniper shot him there. His body is still lying there. // At the intersection, bodies lie in a row. All were shot in the head. Around this house, all the men were shot by Ukrainian snipers, maybe mercenaries. // A son came from a nearby street, saw his father lying dead, and ran home for shovels. While running, a sniper shot him in the head. He didn’t manage to bury his father.”

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Valentina Yevgenyevna Vasilkonova, city of Selidovo (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On October 21, the Ukrainian Armed Forces were retreating. We were standing by the entrance, and they started shooting. We heard Ukrainian speech: ‘Come here, come here.’ We ran and scattered into the entrances. My front door was shot through. I ran inside quickly, and a Ukrainian soldier shouted: ‘She ran over there.’ And they shot through my door — there’s still a hole in it to this day. // They also fired at the building across from us, number 12. We ran inside, but people were standing in entrance number 12 across the way. They locked the entrance. The Ukrainian soldiers said: ‘Open up, open up, nothing will happen to you.’ Aunt Valya opened it, and they shot the four of them. They hadn’t done anything. Lena was just sitting on the couch. They shot her. They shot her son, asking why he wasn’t fighting. They shot Sasha. Aunt Valya started screaming, and they shot her too. Lena said: ‘What are you doing?’ One of the soldiers said: ‘What should we do with her?’ Another said: ‘Just finish her.’ And they did.

A boy, Kolya, ran in. He lived nearby and had heard the shooting. He ran over, and they shot him too. Four people at once. Then they stayed in that apartment — about twelve of them. A young man living across saw everything through the window. They shot up his windows. // One man came out to surrender, and they shot him. He was lying near the entrance. In our Solnechny district, six people are lying dead. A woman was walking with a bag — a Ukrainian soldier shot her. Once, twice, three times. My neighbor Sasha told me: the soldier shot her three times. At first she started moving, and the soldier said: ‘Oh, you’re still moving?’ and shot again. ‘Waiters, waiters, waiters’ — that’s all we heard from them. // Sasha’s kitchen windows were shot up because they were firing. His door was shot too. My door was shot in the first entrance, his in the second. // When they were retreating, they shot at us. It’s good I hid… They opened the entrance and shot at the doors because they saw me running. Thank God they didn’t come into the apartment. If they had come in // In the neighboring house, a woman was feeding cats. Aunt Lena was 75 — they shot her. And Kirillovna, a Ukrainian language teacher, was running, made it into the entrance, but a soldier caught up with her and shot her. A 75-year-old woman feeding cats — why shoot her? // Those who write comments to me, those who left, say: ‘It can’t be Ukraine, Ukraine didn’t touch us when we lived there.’ But I stayed — I know it was Ukraine. // How do you prove that it was Ukraine who killed, and not Russia? Russia came — did they shoot us? No, on the contrary, they help us. They ask if we have food. We say we have everything, thank you. They help — they even brought me firewood. // My son also died on the 21st. He and Ruslan, a friend, and Seryozha went to a house on Ostrovskaya Street, 18, to drop off a friend. They arrived, got out — and Ukrainian soldiers were still sitting across from them. On the 22nd they had already reached our Solnechny district. It was around 10:30 at night. The soldiers said to them: ‘Why are you driving around?’ — ‘We brought a friend,’ Aunt Valya told me, Seryozha Sklyar’s mother. They kept asking: ‘Why are you driving around?’ // When I was burying my son, neighbors told me the soldiers had been drunk, they started picking on the boys, asking: ‘Why aren’t you fighting?’ I don’t know how it happened. They shot up the car — it’s still there by the house, riddled with bullets. Then they killed Seryozha. They carried him and laid him down. While they were carrying him, the soldiers were shooting at my son, Yevgeny Kirilenko. Aunt Valya said: ‘I started treating my son — his leg and arm were shot.’ // Then Zhenya went outside — a dog started whining. The soldiers had already shot the dog. He went out to it, and at around 10:30 at night they shot him near the dog. Then a soldier told Aunt Valya: ‘Look what they’re doing in that house.’ She said: ‘There’s no one left — you’ve already killed them all.’ And my son was lying there, dead. He hadn’t done anything. They weren’t rude, they didn’t argue, they didn’t say anything. They killed him simply for ‘why aren’t you fighting,’ for supposedly waiting for Russia. // Aunt Valya didn’t even hear our boys respond — they stayed silent. Then the soldiers came back and finished him off, in case he was still alive. Aunt Valya started screaming: ‘What are you doing, you butchers? You’ve already killed my son and now you’re killing him too.’ They didn’t touch Ruslan at first — he was the one bandaging him. // In the morning, when Ruslan tried to go out, the soldiers, while retreating, shot him too. So three people died at once. // Then the soldiers came here to our Solnechny district. So many people were killed here — bodies were lying around.

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Sergey Gennadievich Boenko, city of Selidovo (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “During their retreat, the Ukrainian Armed Forces were simply shooting everyone they came across. They went into apartment entrances, knocked on doors, broke down wooden doors, and shot those who opened them. On October 22, during the retreat, sometime after one o’clock, we heard intense automatic gunfire. // On the morning of the 23rd, I looked out the window and saw a dead man near entrance No. 6 of building 77 on Mikhaylovskaya Street. I went to the former ‘Solnechny’ shop and also saw a dead person on the corner. As it turned out, it was the neighbor of Sergey from the nearby building. He was killed on the corner of the building. // Neighbors saw that our neighbor had been killed. She was lying near the ‘Kolorit’ shop. Within a radius of one hundred meters from my brother’s apartment, I saw eight dead people. Valya — a neighbor from the first entrance — I buried her between the building and the shop. // Further on, near building 77, by the first entrance near the sidewalk, I saw two dead men of elderly age. Another dead person was near the sixth entrance. Near the ‘Solnechny’ shop, at the left corner of the store, lay Sergey Kasimov. At the right corner, behind the former ‘Soyuzpechat’ kiosk, there was another dead man. Behind the shops on the boulevard on the former Shchorsa Street (it was renamed under Ukrainian authorities), there was another man. And near building 12, by the first entrance, there was a dead man. // Another dead person lay near the turn by the house, near a concrete sewer cover. A second lay on the corner of that shop. A third man lay dead further down the sidewalk below the shop. One of them had been covered with something — he was about seventy years old. I had seen him alive several times before. // Varvara Sadchikova, a resident of the building’s first entrance, was killed about ten meters from here. I buried her on the 30th. She used to walk, loved dogs. She had dogs. She went out walking and was killed on the 22nd. // Near the second school there is a small-family dormitory building with a savings bank attached to it. Near the first entrance, right by a bench, there was a dead man lying there. Apparently, local residents had already covered him with something. That’s what I saw. // The Ukrainian Armed Forces also killed my former colleague from the mine, Volodya Borisov. At the intersection with Shevchenko Street. He was killed there in the same way as the others, during the retreat. You can’t call them soldiers… they’re monsters. They killed everyone indiscriminately. He was also killed. He had gone to fetch water, and they shot him there. // Why were they killed? I’ll tell you my view. Since 1991, there has been this rise of the Bandera narrative — that Bandera is a hero, that all those who were in the SS ‘Galicia’ division were actually fighting for Ukraine and did not kill civilians, and so on. But in reality, from the history we learned in Soviet school, we all know. // For ‘true’ Ukrainians now, the dream is to ‘rule’ — to dominate, to reign. Not through their own work, but by exploiting others — us, the eastern people.”

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Nikolai Vasilievich Glukhanich, // city of Kurakhovo (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On December 19, 2024, I went out to take out the trash and on the way wanted to pick up a few more pieces of firewood from some broken wood. And Ukrainians dropped a drone on me near the second entrance, where the trash is off to the side, behind our building.

I have five fragments in me. In my temple, here on my arm there’s still a strong mark, and in my thigh. Where the temple is, you can clearly see it. If you want, I can take it off and show you how my shoulder was torn apart. // I was wearing this padded jacket, this quilted coat. It tore through it. It went from bottom to top. And right into the temple—can you imagine, two centimeters from the eye or so. It tore the hood, tore everything, and it was all very painful. Also here in the shin, in the leg. In total, five fragments. They’re small. They fired once. I already jumped into the entrance, and then a second time—the second drop was stronger. That is, they were finishing me off. // Another time before that, I was fixing doors in this entrance where I live. I reacted to the sound. When it hit—well, I managed to sit down in the entrance. My arm was hit—very strong, like by some kind of pellet. Extremely strong, like after a blow. Very, very painful. // They knew civilians lived here, knew we were civilians, saw that we were trying to clean around the house—they were watching us very closely. And they struck deliberately. They knew we were civilians. // Before me, the Terekhov family was injured. They went for water or firewood, and the son went first, around nine in the morning. I think he went for water; there was frost then, this was December 15, and he couldn’t get any. We were collecting water from a drainage outlet—it was closer and safer. But he probably went to the base where there were supplies of bottled water. Then his mother goes—he’s still not back—and she went to look for him. // I live on the fourth floor, I hear her shouting: ‘People, help!’ And she’s crawling there, along that alley behind the bank, crawling and rolling over. My God! I went out, started looking for people; a man from that building helped, and another one here. We found a blanket, pulled her out, then we see Sergey—her son—crawling too. She had a wound in her lower back and, I think, in the right leg, above the knee. And the son had an open fracture in the right shin. A terrible open fracture—the bone was sticking out. // She went to look for him after two or three hours. And they themselves were crawling and rolling, covering about half a kilometer like that. We dragged them maybe 100–150 meters—not much. With the fracture we just put on splints. It was December. // The drone knew that only civilians lived here. It’s bad, very bad. Ukrainians were finishing off their own. Then they started firing at our building. The windows are broken; I had just patched them up. It was coming from the direction of Dachnoye, where Ukraine was positioned. // They fired to the point that some kind of projectile flew in—I don’t know what it’s called, I still have the casing from it. It flew into the room, smashed things—seven through-holes in the kitchen, then it went through the bathroom, the storage room, then into the living room. About 30 holes in total, some through, some not. // Near the church, a young guy was injured. He lay in the basement for a month. He was also hit by a Ukrainian drone—he had been going for water, or they were feeding people in the church basement. He lived in that basement for a month and died near the church, somewhere there he was buried. His name was Viktor. // Others lived on Engels Street, and they had some kind of conflict with Ukrainian soldiers: ‘Why aren’t you leaving the city?’ And they were simply shot. I think they were pensioners—a man and a woman, maybe just below retirement age. It was Ukrainian soldiers who shot them. // Another man lived—he also had some kind of conflict with Ukrainian soldiers—they threw a grenade under his feet. His surname was Osipovich, in Yuzhny, that’s what I was told. Around 45 years old. // I wanted to go to church for Christmas. Ukrainians were dropping charges from drones, like mines, watching us from drones and striking like with mines. I couldn’t even go to church for Christmas.”

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Vitaliy Viktorovich Kolesnik, city of Kurakhovo (Donetsk People’s Republic // “People tried at night to run to a safe place, to the village of Krasnoye. They said they were shot at, struck by drones—basically, people were being killed. They were heading toward Donetsk, that is, toward the Russian troops. They were looking for safety, running there, running toward the Russian forces. And these enemies—‘Nazi’ Ukrainian soldiers—were firing at them, not letting them get there. // At some point people were looking for water. There’s the Vorsovskaya base here; there used to be a warehouse with water there—packs, maybe 19-liter ones, around ten of them. Some water remained, and people went there looking for it. Ukrainian drones attacked them. Many civilian bodies were lying right on the road. I even know the surname of one young guy—Terekhov—who was injured. A drone attacked him and damaged his legs. He started crawling. There was no one around. Then he rolled along near the highway, along the roadside with his injured legs. Eventually he crawled somewhere to a house and shouted for help. Apparently people heard him and pulled him out. And his mother was waiting for him. Her name was Valentina, may she rest in peace. She went to look for him, and a drone attacked her too. Somehow people carried them into a basement. But the mother couldn’t be saved—she died. Valentina Terekhova.

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Aleksandr Dmitrievich Chotiy, city of Kurakhovo (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On December 20, 2024, my neighbor and I were living in a basement. We needed to go down into the cellar for household needs—get some potatoes, maybe some preserved food. We went behind the house and heard a drone flying in from the west. It flew behind the house, seemed like it kept going. // The cellar is very close—about five meters from the house. My neighbor was going down into the cellar, and I was standing nearby. Literally a second later, the drone came back and dropped something. // I fell. I couldn’t move because I realized a nerve in my thigh had been severed—in my right leg, and also in my left, it hit my toe and foot. // There was a man, Aleksandr Nikolayevich Kutsuvalov, born in 1980. A Ukrainian drone was specifically hunting him and two other people, dropped something on them, and he was also wounded. He lived at 10 Komsomolsky Avenue, apartment 20. // Ukrainian forces want to inflict maximum damage on the local residents who stayed here. They believe that those who stayed are ‘waiters,’ meaning they are waiting for the ‘Russian world.’ Most likely, that is why—to cause as much harm as possible to the local population.”

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Igor Aleksandrovich Kamenetsky, city of Kurakhove (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On October 30, 2024, it was my father’s birthday. I congratulated him, then went to pass on greetings to a neighbor. We were with him in the garage, at 85 Michurina Street. // Two Ukrainian soldiers came in; with them was Andrey Bitner, born in 1976. They made us lie on the floor. I was struck on the head from above with a foot. When they entered the garage, they said: ‘Why didn’t you evacuate, you waiters.’ Basically, it was all ‘waiters, waiters, waiters.’ // They told us to lie face down. I was face down, and they kicked me in the back of the head with boots. Vova was shot in the arm. One of them asked about the car—whether it worked or not, what condition it was in, whether there was gasoline or not. They got in and drove away. // A second one stayed with us. The Ukrainian servicemen put us in a pit, back to back, made us take off our outer clothing, and took off our shoes. // One soldier continued: what are you doing here, translate from Ukrainian to Russian, from Russian to Ukrainian, do you know Ukrainian? // They forced us to sing the anthem. One told me to move toward the gate, press my head down, hands up—and a shot rang out. I saw Andrey slump to the side. // Another Ukrainian soldier came in. He said: ‘I’m here for you.’ They made me lie face down on the ground again. Again, questions: what are you doing here, what are you waiting for? // There was also a question from the second soldier to the first one who came in. He said: ‘Why did you kill that one?’ And he replied: ‘I didn’t want to guard two.’ // Then another one told me: ‘Get up and run.’ I said: where? ‘To Dnipropetrovsk.’ I ran to the turn, went around the corner to a neighbor. I asked for shoes, clothes, something to throw on.”

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Sergey Konstantinovich Andreev, city of Kurakhove (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “When the Ukrainian shelling began, we, of course, suffered greatly from it. Many were wounded, and there were deaths. // Acquaintances were returning home during curfew and saw that a Ukrainian unit was standing by a tank, and the commander was giving them orders: three shots at the city, two at the Kurakhove thermal power plant. // Our workers at the power plant tried in every possible way to provide heat and electricity to the city. But the Ukrainians hindered this. // Our mayor, whose surname is Padun, worked at the power plant and knew where to direct mortar fire, where it would hit most painfully so that it would take longer to repair. // And that’s why the Ukrainian military fired precisely at the transformer substation. As soon as smoke came out of the power plant’s chimney, shelling would begin. This was the first sign that people had restored the plant’s operation and started up the units to provide heat and electricity. // Mayor Padun knew exactly where to strike. According to rumors, he even gave instructions to the director—several directors changed at the plant during that period—to stop supplying heat, preserve the equipment, and evacuate all workers. // There were many collapses during the shelling, with people trapped under the rubble. There were many injuries, including shrapnel wounds. // The director of our lyceum was also affected in the same way. A strike hit while she was at home. In the kitchen, part of the window was blown out by the blast wave, and that fragment killed her. // Whenever shelling occurred, for some reason none of the Ukrainian soldiers suffered. They were warned in advance, and only civilians suffered. // There were many injuries. On my younger daughter’s birthday, a strike landed nearby. One woman was killed and another was seriously wounded. People were simply sitting on a bench when the Ukrainian shelling happened. // Later, drones appeared here—there were so many that it seemed like a swarm of bees. It was incredibly loud; they fell, exploded, and dropped payloads. Our apartment was damaged. It was a so-called ‘Baba Yaga’ drone. // We live on the fifth floor; in one room there is basically no ceiling anymore. The Ukrainian ‘Baba Yaga’ drone is one of the larger ones. We somehow learned to hide all the time. // Ukrainian troops did not reach our basement, but in the neighboring building they did and even took people hostage. People were sitting in the basement, and they drove them up to the first and second floors to use them as human shields. // I heard this from conversations with an acquaintance of mine who was in that basement.”

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Alexander Anatolyevich Machula and Elena Vladimirovna Machula, Kurakhove (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “On the first floor of our building lived a disabled man of the third category, Nikolai Ivanovich Samokhval, 57 years old. A support group of the Ukrainian Armed Forces came and killed him on December 23, sometime between 11 p.m. and midnight. Those who saw the body said there was a hematoma on the back of his skull. I understand it was a blow from a rifle butt. // One of four Ukrainian soldiers killed him. Four Ukrainian soldiers came to support those who were in the cooperative building and the House of Culture. The most brutal and stubborn among them had the callsign ‘Den,’ Dima. I didn’t let them into the entrance at first, but as soon as they got in, he pointed his rifle at me and said: ‘If you, old man, stop me from passing one more time, I’ll shoot you.’ //They threatened us, saying that when the Russians come, they’ll slaughter all of you. They said Russians eat dogs and cats, and that we are not people to them. // They stole property. Right in front of us, a Ukrainian soldier, about 20 years old, opened a wardrobe in the apartment opposite—a two-room flat. He told me he couldn’t wait to turn 18 to sign a contract with the Ukrainian army; he wanted to fight. He tore off a very strong lock, rummaged through drawers, and anything he found—he put in his pocket if it was valuable. // We all watched this in our entrance. We saw them breaking doors open without any hesitation, using crowbars. On the second floor, they fired several rounds from a 5.45 mm rifle while breaking down a door. // They arrived on December 19, 2024, around noon, and locked us in from the outside. They used us as a shield—I insist on that. I told them: ‘What are you doing, guys? You can’t do this.’ // Below us, they broke down the door of our neighbor Shanin. There was a sniper on the first floor beneath us, and a grenade launcher operator—the same ‘Den.’ They didn’t let us go anywhere. We couldn’t even go for water—we didn’t have water even to flush the toilet. // We used to go to a well under building 2V, but the Ukrainians locked us in. We cooked outside, and when I brought boiling water in, a Ukrainian soldier locked us inside with our own key. For three days, they didn’t let us out at all.

They left on December 23. I heard the key turn in the lock—that’s when we were finally able to go into the entrance. // The Ukrainians used drones a lot. They attacked us personally twice. We were walking from our damaged house, carrying some potatoes along Mechnikov Street, when a Ukrainian drone attacked us. Luckily, it got caught in the branches of a tree near the House of Culture. // The Ukrainian soldiers saw that civilians were walking. I was wearing a padded jacket, and my wife was wearing one too. We were carrying bags, and they still launched a drone at us. // They strike civilians so that we would talk less about what they were doing. Ukrainian soldiers believed that those who stayed here were already separatists, no longer Ukraine. They said to us: ‘What, are you waiting for the tricolors? Waiting for the Russian army?’ // They openly showed their hatred. They said: ‘You’ll see. Do you think things will be good here?’ // I didn’t let the Ukrainian drone operators into the basement. There were eight of us there—mostly elderly women, and me as the only relatively able man, plus Kolya, the disabled man. A Ukrainian soldier fired a burst over my head and said: ‘What, aren’t you afraid?’ I replied that I’d already had my share of fear when I served in the army. // One neighbor disappeared—Vitya Shuminsky from the second floor. Russian troops weren’t even nearby yet, but we were shelled every night by the Ukrainians for two months straight with mortars. // They would drive out from the stadium in a pickup truck with a mortar in the back, followed by another vehicle, probably with ammunition. They fired at the city, at kindergartens. One time they left at 11 p.m. and fired until morning, hitting whatever they could. Another time, at 6 p.m., already dark, four mortars started firing. The Russians weren’t even in Maksimilianovka yet. // The Ukrainians had a motto: ‘What is not Ukraine is ruins.’ And they destroyed all the infrastructure themselves. // We even know—the city mayor, many people can confirm this—ordered the Ukrainian military what to bomb. // They hit schools, kindergartens, residential buildings, the shopping center, the post office. Pensioners remained in the city and received pensions at the post office. When people gathered there, they struck it and destroyed it. // They didn’t spare their own people. Shelters meant for civilians were given to the military. Humanitarian aid was often divided and stolen, while people were given only simple pasta and flour. // As for Russian speakers—they hated us terribly. I wanted to charge a flashlight from a Ukrainian soldier; he took the charger and broke it. He himself was from Ternopil, 20 years old, named Bohdan. They were from Ternopil, Ivano-Frankivsk, Rivne regions. // They also killed Gennady—we knew him from work. He was a year older than us, 68. He saw Ukrainian soldiers appear in the neighboring entrance, and since he was a smoker and cigarettes were scarce, he said: ‘I’ll run over and ask them—even buy one.’ He knocked on the basement door. It was terrible—they dragged him in and killed him. Only his hat remained. His wife lived on the fifth floor but never found the body. // I stored firewood in the seventh entrance for the stove. I noticed packages from pills appearing near my wood, and they were cooking something in a pot—some foul-smelling orange substance. Most likely drugs. Those were definitely narcotic pills. // Later I went for firewood, and on the first floor the door was open. In fact, all doors up to the fifth floor were open. In one apartment on the first floor, I saw a dead Ukrainian soldier sitting in a chair. I looked and left, never went back. // Later, when Russian soldiers—our guys, sappers—arrived, they checked it. They said: ‘Don’t go into that apartment on the right, where the Ukrainian soldier is sitting in the chair—it’s mined. Not only his body, but an explosive device is connected to a water canteen next to him. There’s half a canteen of drinking water there—don’t touch it. The Ukrainians mined their own soldier’s body.’”

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Tatyana Ivanovna Lazko, Kurakhove (Donetsk People’s Republic): // “Five houses in a row caught fire. There was Ukrainian shelling of those houses. We already more or less understand what is flying where and from where. // One person was dug out from under the rubble. The relatives took them away somewhere else in the city. // When I went the next day—my sister has an apartment there—I went there, and those Ukrainian soldiers were shouting: ‘In 10 days all the houses will be like this, all the houses will be burning.’ This was in November 2024. // They burned it down—I think it was a show for those who stayed here. Like a visual example, a lesson for those who remained in the city. From the Ukrainian side.”

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Anton Vladimirovich Savich, city of Vuhledar (Donetsk People’s Republic // “Throughout all this time, the Ukrainians—well, there was constant fire, they were shooting from everywhere. They were firing from the west. // The shelling was constant. Sometimes it was even hard to sleep—three years of continuous shelling. Visually, we saw that they were Ukrainian nationalists. // Here, near the school entrance, a vehicle arrived. There was food—humanitarian aid, water, grains, porridge in boxes. These were chaplains, from Christian churches. ‘Let’s pray, let’s pray,’ they said. The vehicle drove off, and immediately shells started landing. The metal door was riddled like a sieve—you could even take it off, it’s completely shot through. A man and I often played chess there. // Local residents were killed and torn apart by the shells and explosions. Here are the graves. We buried people wherever we could—on a garbage site, wherever possible. I personally buried Ruslan at the very beginning. Denis is buried here, then Andrey. Igor’s wrestling coach—just about half a year ago—came out of his basement, and a shell landed, tearing him apart. // Ruslan died two years ago, at the very beginning, down by the exit near the bus stop of the first mine—that’s where his grave is. // There was a barrel at the corner near ‘Vector.’ We used to go there for water. Four people were blown to pieces—flesh was scattered everywhere. And there were many such cases, just from shelling.”

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I heard that the translated testimonies had some minor translation errors and readability issues, but I figured these ones were okay.

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Yulia Viktorovna Yayno, a witness to crimes of the Kyiv regime in the city of Mariupol // (Donetsk People’s Republic) // “Ukrainians from ‘Azov’ abducted girls, raped them, // and abused them in all kinds of perverse ways. // They injected construction foam into women’s internal organs. // These are not people – they are beasts.”

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I was unable to find the original Russian text of these testimonies.

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https://democracyfund.ru/userfiles/Doklad%20Krasnoarmeysk.pdf

https://democracyfund.ru/userfiles/CRIMES%20OF%20THE%20KIEV%20REGIME%20AGAINST%20WOMEN%20AND%20CHILDREN-Rus.pdf

https://democracyfund.ru/userfiles/Military%20Crimes2.pdf

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The latest official figures on civilian deaths in LPR-controlled Lugansk date back to 2023 and put the number at at least 3,169. The most recent figures on civilian deaths in DPR-controlled Donetsk do not include casualties from mass killings in cities under Ukrainian control, but only civilian casualties in separatist/Russian-controlled Donbass as a result of Ukrainian attacks on civilians. The total death toll stands at 13,108. However, the Human Rights Commissioner for Lugansk, Anna Soroka, estimates the death toll in Lugansk at 6,000. This brings the total to 16,000. This figure does not include casualties from mass killings, drone strikes, airstrikes, shelling, etc. in Donetsk (I'm not sure if Soroka included the Ukrainian-controlled LPR in her estimate) when it was under Ukrainian control, and I don't think that includes, at least on the DPR side, the dead found later in mass graves, of which there were many. This means that, if we were to stay on the safe side, a reasonable estimate of the civilian death toll in Donbas would be 17,000, but most estimates point to 20,000 deaths.

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This is the most exhausting, sickly, and painful section for me, and it could be a video essay in itself. I've selected several examples of high-ranking Ukrainian politicians and military leaders to illustrate Ukraine's intent to commit genocide. This is by no means an exhaustive overview.

There is of course our current Head of the Office of the President of Ukraine and former Chief of the Main Directorate of Intelligence of Ukraine, Lieutenant general Kyrylo Oleksiiovych Budanov of “Don’t continue with that topic. All I will comment on is that we’ve been killing Russians and we will keep killing Russians anywhere on the face of this world until the complete victory of Ukraine.” and openly supporting Nation Europa fame. Who is Nation Europa I wonder? Well it’s difficult to find out now because the Wikipedia page has been taken down, but I managed to dig it up on Internet Archive

Huh, there’s a lot of Ukrainian Armed Forces battalions who operate in Donbass in that member list But belonging to an international alliance of Russophobic Ukrainian nationalist neo-Nazis does not necessarily imply genocidal intent. Take, for example, one of the alliance's founders, Svoboda, one of Ukraine's five leading political parties. Several of their paramilitaries have become part of the Ukrainian army, such as the Sich Battalion, formed in 2014 by Svoboda to fight in Donbass and still fighting in Donbass under the name the 4th Sich Company of the Kyiv Regiment and under the watchful eye of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I am certain they have never said anything that amounted to genocidal intent against the people of Donbass.

Whoops… Well at least she’s never been officially endorsed by the Ukrainian Government!

Oh

Who was Mr. "we will keep killing Russians anywhere on the face of this world" replacing as the honourable head of the Ukrainian presidential office? Well that would be Andriy Borysovych Yermak, who while having left the president’s office, remains a member of the National Security and Defense Council of Ukraine, member of the Headquarters of the Supreme Commander-in-Chief and Chief of staff of the Coordination Headquarters for Humanitarian and Social Affairs. Yermak, during his tenure as the Head of Office for Zelensky, once said, “Russians, these inhumans, have no right to be among civilized citizens of Western countries at all.” and “The Russians will pay for all the victims of the Holodomor and will be held accountable for today’s crimes. This will be a historic moment of reckoning. It is already awaiting the Russian nation.” and “The entire Russian nation will be punished for the evil for which it is responsible. It will not be possible to avoid punishment.” You get the idea, he talks a lot.

There's also Poroshenko's infamous speech, in which he says Ukraine will win the war by depriving the residents of Donbass of pensions, jobs, education support, and safety (our children will go to schools and kindergartens, while their children will live in basements/bomb shelters).

Ukraine’s former Minister of Social Policy Andriy Oleksiyovych Reva said about the people of Donbass: “Everyone who was pro-Ukrainian has left. And those who want to receive two pensions, one here and one here, let them endure. I don't feel sorry for them at all. I feel sorry for those soldiers and officers and their families who were killed there for these scum.”

Oleg Livanchuk, the head of the Krasnogorsk city military-state administration, said of the residents of the Donetsk Region city: "…And the television here is only Russian. That's why the people here are weak-willed. Plus, there's a large percentage of stupid people here… It's a neutral territory between two states, where marginalized people and criminals were exiled. And you can't change genes. A lot is born in the genes. That's your gene pool."

Semen Ihorovych Semenchenko, founder and commander of the 2nd Special Forces Battalion famous for their war crimes of the National Guard "Donbas", as well as former First Deputy Chairperson of the Verkhovna Rada of Ukraine Committee on National Security and Defence said in 2019 “In my understanding, Ukraine should have a strategy to depopulate Donbass. But despite the terrifying name, there's nothing genocidal about it… It's necessary to extract all labor resources from the occupied territories.” He was a recipient of the Order of Bohdan Khmelnytsky, third class, from the President of Ukraine and received a Makarov pistol from the head of the Security Service of Ukraine

There was also the instances of Ukraine attempting to stop COVID 19 vaccines from entering Donbass in the middle of the Pandemic, and the Ukrainian Government softly calling to an end to funding of the Russian Red Cross because it operates in Russian controlled Donbass, where the Ukrainian Red Cross cannot enter, effectively depriving the Donbass region of the Red Cross all together.

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Hello I'm a Donchane communist, with evil Donchane communist views. You need to hate Ukrainian soldiers more. Yes even the ones who were conscripted

[anton--rayne]

the average pro lgbt "leftist" in the imperialist west truly cannot comprehend how much the homonationalist LGBT rights movements of imperialists fucked up the trajectory of LGBT rights worldwide in the grand scheme of things for the past 20 years

[schoolhater]

though israel's genocidal war has spread to the entire region, please don't forget that gazans are still stuck in the same conditions they were forced into three years ago. no shelter, no food, no healthcare. skyrocketing supply costs due to the israeli blockade.

just last week, my friend siraj's neighbor's infant child was bitten by rats. no human being should have to live in these conditions, and they shouldn't have to beg online for help. it is still our responsibility to show up for gazans right now

siraj has three young children and is the breadwinner for his extended family. despite posting about his situation, he hasn't received any donations. his family was living on the street, without even a tent for a long time. please donate and share

Surviving Genocide: Siraj Family

My name is Osama Radwan and I raise money for my friend Siraj, a former journalist from Gaza who lost his job at the beginning of the war, h

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siraj is trying to buy pesticides to get rid of the rats that are literally attacking infant children in his area. he and his family are at risk for disease and injury from these things and since the occupation has destroyed the majority of all housing in gaza there are no safe places to hide from them. please help