On September 2, I turned 83, and this is already the third war in my lifetime. I am a lonely elderly woman living in Sloviansk. Recently, I came under shelling — gates and countless fragments flew right above me. Earlier, the blast had shattered the windows in my apartment, and for some time I had to live with boarded-up frames — it was very difficult. I cannot bear the sound of drones; fear makes my legs give way. I go down to the store only once every three days. I have neighbors — there are four of us elderly people, and we support one another. Because of illnesses, including angina and high blood pressure, I need to take a lot of medication. To afford them, I sometimes skip paying part of my utility bills, which has led to large debts for electricity and heating. I am in urgent need of outside help.