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the dark and the sirens. Anita trembles, mother Anna shakes her hand: «Come, baby, don’t worry», and they go straight to the bathroom with the blanket over their heads, in the dim light of the candle. Nights in Kiev have been like this, ever since Moscow cut off the electricity to the sound of missiles. And the day of Anna and her children, like that of all of Ukraine, has become a race of endurance.