I was 16 years old, I had just finished the 1st year of the mining technical college. I remember May 22 or 26. I woke up to the sound of a siren. It was the first time I heard it. I remember that this sound instilled feelings of anxiety and terror. I don't remember well how the last school weeks went. I remember that already after we left for vacation - especially in the evenings - artillery shots were heard, but I did not pay much attention, because I did not understand what it was. I can't remember the dates well anymore. I remember how almost all my acquaintances and friends started leaving the city. My parents and I decided to go to their friends. They lived in a private house, so we decided that it would be safer there, and grandfather stayed in our apartment. The first 2-3 days were more or less calm. Then we ran out of water. My dad and I decided to go to our relatives' apartment to pick up bottles of water. It was about 15 minutes to walk. The house was below the Melnikova turn — in the direction of Proletarska, and we had to go to the old bus station (the locals will understand). We went up to the turn. There they asked us for documents, but we did not have them with us. Well, they let us through and so we came to the place. We decided to rest a little, and after 30 minutes the explosions began. On the balcony glass flew out from the shock wave. We thought: to go back or stay put? Still, we decided to go, took bottles of water and began to move towards the house. There were no people on the street at all and it was scary. When we were about 300-500 meters away from the house, 15-20 people with machine guns ran towards us and we heard gunfire. Out of fear, we ran as far as we could see. Fortunately, there was a basement nearby. There were people there. We sat there for 2-3 hours while the artillery worked. There were pauses and people came out of the basements to the street for a smoke break, and as soon as the explosions began, everyone hid again. During one of these smoke breaks, I looked behind the house and found the corpse of a man in a military green uniform lying about 20 meters away from me. We decided to move in the direction of our house with dad, because we were afraid to go to our friends' house - you could hear the sounds of fighting from that side. We waited for a lull and started running through the backyards to our house. Fortunately, it was nearby - 300 meters away. People were sitting in the back yard as if nothing had happened. We ran to our house. 
I thought about how my mother is, she doesn't know what's going on with us, and we don't know what's with her. There was nothing much to eat, we found some old canned food and ate it. That night I slept restless, waking up from any rustling. At night there were strong explosions, I heard a shot and a whistle and said to myself: Lord, just please not in here. In the morning, someone said that there would be an air strike on Lysychansk. At 2:00 p.m., people were taken out by ambulance. My phone was still a bit charged,, a friend called me and warned me that "ambulances" were driving and taking people away, but they did not come to our yard. My dad and grandfather and I climbed into the basement of our house. We sat there for a long time. Then I heard footsteps and a radio transmitter. It was the soldiers.. They approached the neighbors from the first floor, asked if everything was okay, then we got out of the basement. At night it was also loud as well. In the morning, my mother and parents' friends came. I was very glad that everyone was fine.  Afterwards we went to them. The road there was littered with сartridges and shrapnel. In the evening, we went for water to the spring through the private sector where the street fighting was hapenning. This district is called Muravskyi. Almost every house there was damaged. Some houses were not there at all, some were destroyed or half burned. There were people in some houses, sorting out the debris. When we got to the spring there was a very strong smell of a decomposing corpse. It was the corpse of a man with his legs torn off. I will never forget it. After that the hostilities moved on. As before, there was no electricity, water, or gas in the city, but at least no more shooting took place. We returned home. After a while, we went to observe  the general state: the city was relatively intact, I went to my friend who lived near the central market. The district was called Barkas, and the friend’s name was Vlad, but we always called him Chech. He had light. I don't know how it happened, but he had electricity in his yard and I was able to charge my phone. Later we were given electricity, water and gas. Chech and I went to the city, walked and photographed the destruction. After that, life returned to normal, the summer ended, everyone returned home. Studying has begun, but this summer has been discussed for a long time on.