All our Kiev doctors repeat this sentence: God protects people who are from Maidan.
Tonight they brought a young man to the camp hospital. To save him, I needed to do a microsurgery. But at the hospital, there was no microsurgeon. And then came a man in his 50ties, who brought some medicines. He said: you don’t perhaps need a microsurgeon, do you? Similarly, in response to a request for medics to come and help, a second surgeon appeared. So we quickly set up the surgery and saved the guy’s hand. Thanks to wholesale distributors and random people in Kiev, we were supplied with the medicines a month ahead of time.
The doctors ask if someone has the ability and desire to help, to bring home food for the wounded. All doctors asked me to pass their gratitude and admiration for the spirit of the Ukrainian people. Admiration for their courage, their willingness to sacrifice themselves for their effort to give all to the common victory.
We will win!
From the late night/early morning hours of the Feb. 18-19 fighting:
Ira Tsilyk Facebook status update
Translated by Kotka Verbna
One very good friend of mine, an incredible surgeon, one of those doctors who was operating on dozens of people all throughout yesterday night at “Polittrauma,” told me today that they wouldn’t be able to pull through it all without the volunteers (hear that, volunteers? This is addressed to you) … Unfortunately I couldn’t be with them last night, but I was at the hospital kitchen and it felt like I had lived one small life in this ward, full of various very special moments. All these boys, fractured, swollen, purple with bruises, burnt, who are ashamed of their cannulas and bare feet, who are lying even in the corridors, staring at the ceiling and looking embarrassed when you are trying to persuade them to eat a little morsel of something… All these middle-aged, elderly women and girls who are bringing in more and more food in one endless stream – food, which is literally pulsating with all the love they had put in: all these soups with meatballs, borshts, holubtsi, pies, smoothed diet soups, which are lovingly wrapped in towels and newspapers – to have it all warm, of course!..These silent young female volunteers, who are industriously washing the blood off the wheeled stretchers…This lost, and at the same time imperturbable, Muscovite inbetween two villagers (all three are bruised and sown up) who are kindly but clumsily trying to maintain the conversation in Russian with him. These sometimes overly humble doctors and Afghan veterans with burly figures and kind glances, who are ashamed to have a normal meal, as if this is not for them as well…This stunningly handsome boy whose eyes were closed, naked uder the sheet, who was being transported from reanimation past me…These non-Maidan women in the cubicles (we, in fact, did not feed only our guys – there was so much food! – we got to know everybody) who had tears in their eyes and prayers for Maidan on their lips…This note to an unknown recipient which was inserted by some woman into the bag with mashed potatoes and cutlets: “Dear son, I wish you to get well soon. Thank you for your courage. Bon appetit…” This endless surrealism. This tenderness. This fear. This tiredness. This maturity. With each day we are getting older, much older than the people we were yesterday…Let’s hold on.
Bloody hell, literally, in Ukraine a hotel lobby [Hotel Ukraine] that was turned into a makeshift hospital for wounded protesters:
Julia Smirnova Facebook status update
Translated by Stepan Nikitchuk
Before falling asleep I remembered the priest, whom I ran into today.
This is the priest who performed the funeral for Sergiy Nihoyan.
We met by chance by the burned trade unions building. He looked so tired.
He says he sleeps for 2 hours only. Most memorable: “Yesterday I prayed so hard like never before in my life. I thought that we will die now, when they began to burn the [Trade] Unions building, but I was ready too. I did not leave the stage, continuing to pray. I called my family and said I am ready for anything.”
A woman holds a candle as she attends the transfer of over a dozen of corpses from a hotel lobby to a local hospital following clashes with riot police at Independence Square in Kiev February 20, 2014. Ukraine suffered its bloodiest day since Soviet times on Thursday with a gun battle in central Kiev as President Viktor Yanukovich faced conflicting pressures from visiting European Union ministers and his
Russian paymasters. Three hours of fierce fighting in Independence Square, which was recaptured by anti-government protesters, left the bodies of many civilians strewn on the ground, a few hundred yards from where the president met the EU delegation.