Our place is starting to resemble a proper home. Let's furnish it so we can live in a relative comfort, it keeps the spirits up.

Attacking a place that shelters a kid… Atrocious! We stand together to protect our little one!

We have now enough beds for everybody - that is, everybody but the one that has to go out and search for stuff.

Kids… they sometimes seem to be far away from this war. It’s heartwarming.

At least the kid has a new playmate. Maybe it will even be a break from our daily routine here.

We finally managed to distill some moonshine. In a city under siege food and alcohol are always in high demand.

With just kind words and deeds, we helped one of us survive the darkest depression that can kill just as dead as a bullet.

This recovery from a grave illness proves that medicines work miracles. Or perhaps some of us have really robust immune systems.

It's crucial to secure our place against night intruders. Two persons watching out for thieves can also watch out for each other.

Solidarity. That’s the first thing we have to teach to our children.

We've explored every nook and cranny of our abode and there's nothing useful left to find. We must venture outside.

Nothing is more beautiful to see than a child smile and play again.

We made it! Schools will reopen soon. From now on, kids will live a normal life again.

We wish we could be kids again and have fun with practically nothing.

What good fortune, not only we managed to dress these critical wounds, but they are healing nicely. Someone must be praying for us.

For the first time we all indulged our addictions. It keeps the spirits up, and damn the health issues, we can die tonight anyway.

Every building we visit has a story to tell. I'm wondering sometimes what kind of story we'll leave behind...

The bandits came in packs like dogs driven mad with hunger. We beat them back every night. And everyone survived. A miracle.

One of us survived our first brush with violent death. We hope against all odds there will be no more encounters like that.

In the beginning, we didn't hope we'll all make it. So many died. And yet we're still here. This surely means something... right?

The winter's gone. The freeze is over. We made it through... everyone made it! Amazing.

It's been seven days since we holed up here. Death is all around, but we've been lucky to keep everyone alive - so far...

The dogs of war have been raging insanely all around for so long. Too long for many. But I survived and I hope I am not the only one.

Fucking snow. It buried half of the city so deep that we can't get there. No point waiting for the snow plows...

It’s crucial that kids learn to survive on their own. What if we don’t come back one night?

The radio is useful beyond expectations. We get the news and it's so good to be reminded of normal life and the wide world.

We've combed through all the neighborhood, it's harder and harder to find anything useful. This war can't end soon enough.

For the first time since we wound up here all of us ate a hot meal. Let's not get accustomed yet.