naduti. killed by a scrap of russian shrapnel. the 30 year old builder volunteered to fight the day after putin s invasion. his wife begged him not to go. now his father is lost in grief. but something else is stirring in this village and across this region. a burning sense of defiance. he was defending freedom for every one of us, says a village elder, his lip trembling. glory to our heroes. a lonely ukrainian warplane thunders overhead. the front lines are just a town away to the north. and a defiant blitz spirit is growing here too, as the bombs fall at random
go. now his father is lost in grief. but something else is stirring in this village, and across this region. a burning sense of defiance. he was defending freedom for every one of us says a village elder, his lip trembling. glory to our heroes. a lonely ukrainian warplane thunders overhead. the front lines are just a town away to the north. and a defiant blitz spirit is growing here too, as the bombs fall at random in places like this. seizing this corner of eastern ukraine, with its close ties to russia was sup poised to be an easier task for the kremlin s blundering army. but blundering goes on. translation: mr;
freedom for every one of us, says a village elder, his lip trembling. glory to our heroes. a lonely ukrainian were playing thunderous overhead. the front lines are just town a away to the north. and the defiant spirit is growing here, too, as the bombs fall at random. seizing this corner of eastern ukraine, with its close ties to russia, was supposed to be an easier task for the kremlin s blundering army. but the kremlin s blundering army. but the blundering goes on. my shop is hardly a strategic target, says liliia, with contempt. all this is stiffening the resolve of ukrainian soldiers. we met this tank unit, holding their ground at the spot where russia has been trying to break through. they badly need better equipment. but they have
this village and across this region. a burning sense of defiance. he was defending freedom for every one of us, says a village elder, his lip trembling. glory to our heroes. a lonely ukrainian warplane thunders overhead. the front lines are just a town away to the north. and a defiant blitz spirit is growing here too, as the bombs fall at random in places like kramatorsk. seizing this corner of eastern ukraine, with its close ties to russia, was supposed to be an easier task for the kremlin s blundering army. but the blundering goes on. my shop is hardly a strategic target, says lilia, with contempt. and all this is stiffening