mnews via Google Translate wrote:Письмо Насти Коптевой Президенту РФ Владимиру ПутинуNastya Kopteva Letter to Russian President Vladimir Putin04/30/2015
"Hello, dear Vladimir Vladimirovich!
My name is Anastasia and I live in Donetsk. I know that you are a very busy man, but I'd like to tell you about my life today. Why you? Two months ago, my dad died. He was a militia of Donetsk republic. He volunteered in early July, and my mother and seven months have not seen him, he was always at the forefront, but also the end of January in a battle near the Donetsk airport the Pope was mortally wounded. Now we were all alone. Our house is also close to the airport, very often had to hide in the basement all day in my school twice got a shell, I now go to school in another part of town, yet I go to art school, and this year I finish the urban music school . Many of my friends and classmates went from Donetsk last summer, we were not leaving for a single day. I was born in Donetsk, and I love his hometown, my mother and I could not leave him, because, perhaps, he, too, was scared by gunfire. But we all survived - together.
Now almost no shooting, no longer so scared when my mother left home for. But after Dad's funeral was quite empty, he always protected us and cared for, and now even gave their lives protecting us. I miss him, I miss him greatly. Maybe it's strange, but I decided to write you.
When I hear you on TV, I get the feeling that you can protect all of us, like me. Please protect me, my mom and my city from the war. We no longer expect help from. My mother often said that the main thing - we live to win. My grandmother survived the war with the Nazis as a child and had always said that she Victory Day - a holiday more than Easter. Unfortunately, my dad will not be able to celebrate our victory together with us, but we believe in it, we have to win, because the truth for us.
And yet I had a dream - to go to Moscow on the day of the Great Victory, to see with their own eyes how people celebrate the victory, to see the fireworks. A year of life under bombing, I had forgotten what a holiday, like my mother to stop crying, to see her smile. And I hope that smiles around will become more and more. I ask if you can we do to help, please help, it will be for us a great and long-awaited joy.
Thank you for all.
Nastia with her mother is not the Internet, sometimes there is no water and light, and they often hide in a hole for potatoes 2x2 meters from the shelling. Living on the street Sobinov the Kiev region. Nastya never cries in public, says her mother in tears. She still does not believe that her husband was killed Pasha believes that he is somewhere in the war, just no communication with him.