In boutiques, Olha felt strange. Every time she went to buy something for herself the purchase would end with saving the money for army needs. Looking at price labels of underwear or a new blouse, Olia was counting in her mind what she could buy for the front line with that money. She couldn’t spend money on entertainment anymore either. The woman’s life had narrowed — war, family, money raising. All days were the same, and every morning was bringing new losses.
More and more Olha’s friends would stay on the front line forever. At one moment it seemed to Olha that it was after her visits when the lads kept dying. She would look for a particular tendency and blame herself. A whole unit, that was getting ready for rotation, got slaughtered. On the last day before receiving discharge soldier
