The lost generation

Now a big tragedy is happening in my country - war. I would never wish this on anyone in my life. It's horrible. People die, cities are destroyed, villages go up in flames. You don't have time to adapt to the new conditions, because the world has changed abruptly and unexpectedly, and it breaks you down morally. You get a lot of problems, and every one of them has to be dealt with. It's difficult, you get lost in a maze of your own feelings, but when you untangle it, you change. Irreversibly and forever. I have undergone this change, rethinking my life and coming to the conclusion: we are a lost generation. We will no longer be able to live our lives serenely, we will have to endure all the horrors of war and postwar, and worst of all, our worldview, our visions of the future are broken. Every day you sit and wonder what will happen next. Of course, imagination by inertia always gives happy and cheerful pictures, but fear always brings up some kind of evil, and everything is spoiled, takes on dark colors. One such picture I depicted in the story. So... Please help Ukraine and stop the war.

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