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I must say that I do not know English well and I use a translator, so it will be difficult to read this (maybe) and there may be errors

I will be 22 years old in 4 days. Every birthday I've had has always been terrible, I guess. It was always such a nasty event that poisoned my life, so by the age of 20 I stopped celebrating it. Аlthough it can hardly be called a celebration. But this year I decided that I want to try, at least try, because without trying to fight, life has no meaning. But again, apparently this year is not the one when I can be happy.

Something happened a month ago that turned my life upside down. On February 23, I was walking around the mall with my friends, I was fleetingly happy, I felt so good and carefree. The next morning the war began. It began under the ridiculous pretext of liberation. Even now, these people write on the Internet that they will make us free.

I live in Ukraine. Almost all the third generation of my family is Russian, from Russia. But that doesn't make me Russian and I was already free before they came. I say this because they, Russia, continue to "save" people like me, as they say. Lost Russians in "fascist" Ukraine. In turn, I will never become a Russian person, I would not want to have anything to do with this country. Obviously, this is just an excuse to make us "theirs". To take our territories, to make our lives unbearable, to silence us.

I spoke Russian and I never heard anything bad about myself for it. No one has ever humiliated me, as they say on their news from the land of fantasy, I love my country and will never stop loving it. I will never forget my country's anthem and its language, even though I have not spoken my name so often before.

I didn’t go anywhere, but I’m calm, they didn’t reach my city (and I don’t think they will) And I feel guilty. Every day people lose their loved ones, homes, future, life, and I sit in peace, everything is fine with me.Every day I hope that people can get to a safe place, that they will be fine, that they will be able to live, because it's scary.

When I was little, my teacher used to tell us in elementary school about the horrors of World War II. And a year ago I began to realize how much pressure this had on me as a child. She never said, unlike Russian people (not all), "we can repeat it" with pride. She spoke of this with great fear and horror. I just now realized that this may have been so that we would know what it was and not allow it to happen again.

And I hope when this is all over, Ukraine will be free again. We will build new houses, schools, hospitals, and everything will be not super cool, but good. And we will never forget what it was.

It would be foolish to say that all Russians are bad. I have friends in Russia, there are good people who understand that this is a crime against humanity, against life. And I understand this, I know, but I will never be able to forgive and accept this country, except for my friends who also tried to do at least something.

I hope everything is going to be good.

Description
I must say that I do not know English well and I use a translator, so it will be difficult to read this (maybe) and there may be errors

I will be 22 years old in 4 days. Every birthday I've had has always been terrible, I guess. It was always such a nasty event that poisoned my life, so by the age of 20 I stopped celebrating it. Аlthough it can hardly be called a celebration. But this year I decided that I want to try, at least try, because without trying to fight, life has no meaning. But again, apparently this year is not the one when I can be happy.

Something happened a month ago that turned my life upside down. On February 23, I was walking around the mall with my friends, I was fleetingly happy, I felt so good and carefree. The next morning the war began. It began under the ridiculous pretext of liberation. Even now, these people write on the Internet that they will make us free.

I live in Ukraine. Almost all the third generation of my family is Russian, from Russia. But that doesn't make me Russian and I was already free before they came. I say this because they, Russia, continue to "save" people like me, as they say. Lost Russians in "fascist" Ukraine. In turn, I will never become a Russian person, I would not want to have anything to do with this country. Obviously, this is just an excuse to make us "theirs". To take our territories, to make our lives unbearable, to silence us.

I spoke Russian and I never heard anything bad about myself for it. No one has ever humiliated me, as they say on their news from the land of fantasy, I love my country and will never stop loving it. I will never forget my country's anthem and its language, even though I have not spoken my name so often before.

I didn’t go anywhere, but I’m calm, they didn’t reach my city (and I don’t think they will) And I feel guilty. Every day people lose their loved ones, homes, future, life, and I sit in peace, everything is fine with me.Every day I hope that people can get to a safe place, that they will be fine, that they will be able to live, because it's scary.

When I was little, my teacher used to tell us in elementary school about the horrors of World War II. And a year ago I began to realize how much pressure this had on me as a child. She never said, unlike Russian people (not all), "we can repeat it" with pride. She spoke of this with great fear and horror. I just now realized that this may have been so that we would know what it was and not allow it to happen again.

And I hope when this is all over, Ukraine will be free again. We will build new houses, schools, hospitals, and everything will be not super cool, but good. And we will never forget what it was.

It would be foolish to say that all Russians are bad. I have friends in Russia, there are good people who understand that this is a crime against humanity, against life. And I understand this, I know, but I will never be able to forgive and accept this country, except for my friends who also tried to do at least something.

I hope everything is going to be good.