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We spent our childhood in war and battle fronts.
There’s no house, no land, my son is dead, I’ve got only his grave there.
The entire night, the Ossetians scorched us, didn’t have any mercy on us. I was on the front lines.
The corpse was washed up by the river Representatives of the police and representatives of the prosecutor's office also went to examine it.
I hoped to return, but who will let you go back in? My house is no longer alive.
But I still can’t understand why they wanted that war.
It’s a cursed affair to fight over land. Because that’s not what our end is, we won’t leave this earth with more than two meters anyway.
May God protect everyone from the pain I experienced then. I ran off. In front of the school, a sulfur spring was flowing.
Our village was burned the first time on the 12th of May in 1992. We were making Chacha in the yard.
On the 6th of August, we were at the cafe, Farn, in the city center. Who would’ve thought that a bomb would fall out of the sky and hit the cafe in two days?
I was against the breakdown of the Soviet Union. It was dangerous. People still remembered what had happened in 1920.
As we were firing farewell shots for him, we could hear a sound on the other side, someone else was firing with us from Georgia
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