Thread:Su712/@comment-26949574-20151130163021/@comment-26949574-20151205160433

...I got up and saw the curtains shaking with the waves of powerful blasts...

...We got out of the cellar. It was the hot summer night. It was pitch-dark... My Grandpa stood at the entrance of the cellar and he was looking in the sky. The silence didn't make him feel better. Then we heard the whistle of flying shell again. My Grandpa immediately ran back to the cellar... In the morning I heard our cat mewing very loudly...