Ukraine War: Account from Kharkiv

In this time of hardship, loss, and injustice, one tries to find hope to go on. Every day, the bombing of my birth city Kharkiv, my home, increases. Every day, I think of the people who are still there.

I remembered a boy we went to school with for ten years. He was my neighbor in our apartment building two floors above me. Every day, I could hear him sliding down the staircase, quite loudly, landing at the bottom in seconds thanks to his impeccable technique. I remembered his cheeks reddening every time he was happy or frustrated, and that he loved to draw.

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Luba Kolomytseva

Luba Kolomytseva is the art director for National Review.

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In this time of hardship, loss, and injustice, one tries to find hope to go on. Every day, the bombing of my birth city Kharkiv, my home, increases. Every day, I think of the people who are still there.

I remembered a boy we went to school with for ten years. He was my neighbor in our apartment building two floors above me. Every day, I could hear him sliding down the staircase, quite loudly, landing at the bottom in seconds thanks to his impeccable technique. I remembered his cheeks reddening every time he was happy or frustrated, and that he loved to draw.