approaching the front northeast of kyiv are the lines of villagers waiting for humanitarian handouts. they'd receive a bag of bread and basics to get them through these difficult days. the first week of the war a shell hit us near the greenhouse. we barely survived, says this woman. we had help from strangers around us. they gave us bread and canned food. we wouldn't have managed otherwise. no one here knows when this war will ending or whether russia still has designs on kyiv. the front line is about a mile away. for now, an uneasy calm prevails, ever since the ukrainian defenders stopped the russian advance here. it was february 28th, they say, day four of the war. they want to show us how they did it. but first we have to clambor over the bridge they downed to see the armored column they managed to take out. the river bank is littered with their skeletons. this was a turkey shoot.