Lot #02 | Angel Of Mariupol
Angel Of Mariupol by Anastasia
11 Years Old
2022. Mariupol City, Ukraine
- 16,7”x23,6” (42,5×60 cm) Acrylic, Cotton Drawing Paper
- This artwork comes with an Honorary Plaque
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Current bid: $1,500.00
When the shelling started, we were all very scared. At that time, we didn’t yet know what an air strike was. It was a nightmare! The whistling of bombs, I think I’ll never forget. When a bomb was flying, the whole city would freeze. Everyone prayed that the bomb wouldn’t hit them. We were afraid that our large nine-story building could collapse like a house of cards, so we all moved to a small dwelling on the outskirts of the city. Mom’s friend provided us with a small house. It seemed quieter there, and there was a basement where we could hide. But when a Russian shell made a huge hole in the ground where the neighboring house used to be, leaving only a pile of bricks, we returned, but not to the apartment, but to the basement of the multi-story building.
The basement was not equipped as a bomb shelter. It was a damp, dusty, and cold room where all the utilities ran. Many people slept and stayed there day and night. Everyone was more afraid for their lives than anything else, especially for their children’s lives. The adults knew that they could leave the basement and never return to their children. Everyone was trying to survive at that time. It was February outside, and there were 12 degrees of frost in the basement. The hardest part was with my nephew, who was two months old at the time. He was always in a onesie, and he had 10 hats on. It was lucky that my niece breastfed the baby. Otherwise, where would we find baby food? I also layered my son with 10 pants and 10 sweaters.
The men were the first to leave the basement, looking for branches to start a fire. They heated water, made tea, and cooked food as long as there was any left. But it was dangerous every time. In the neighboring yard, eight people stood by a fire when a shell hit, leaving eight corpses on the ground.
The food was running out, and there was no more water. We collected the water that flowed from the heating pipes in the apartments. We needed to leave the much-suffering city of Mariupol, which the Russians were flattening to the ground…
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