The story was told by Ihor Chychkan

My mother, named Evheniia, was growing up in Hostomil city, Kyiv region. She was graduated from the school in Hostomil city as well. A boy, her classmate, gifted my mother flowers when she was 12 or 13 years old. It was a first bouquet of flowers in her life. That flowers were lilies of the valley. A huge amount of these kind of flowers are growing in the forests near Hostomil city. These flowers are in blossom in May. And my mother has a birthday in May. The name of the boy gifted flowers was Mykola Mamchur.

The whole life Mykola had been living in his native Hostomil city. He had been working on glass manufacture and when the time came he was retired.

Several days ago Russian soldiers came into his private house. They killed him. Mykola was shot because he refused to give Russian soldiers food. He was 80 years old. Mykola was shot intentionally and cruelly and ruthless at the door of his own house. He was killed without no human reason and only because Russian invaders can do this, can kill and can decide who will live and who will die.

The story was told by Ihor Chychkan