{"id":240657,"date":"2022-03-05T12:28:44","date_gmt":"2022-03-05T12:28:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/?p=240657"},"modified":"2022-03-17T13:21:06","modified_gmt":"2022-03-17T13:21:06","slug":"plakala-jsem-protoze-jsem-nechtela-opustit-zemi-kde-jsou-tak-dobri-lide-marianna-24-lviv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/plakala-jsem-protoze-jsem-nechtela-opustit-zemi-kde-jsou-tak-dobri-lide-marianna-24-lviv\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201ePlakala jsem, proto\u017ee jsem necht\u011bla opustit zemi, kde jsou tak dob\u0159\u00ed lid\u00e9\u201c Marianna, 24, Lviv"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mariann\u011b je 24. R\u00e1no 24. \u00fanora se probudila ve lvovsk\u00e9m byt\u011b, chystala se nakrmit sv\u00e9ho p\u016flro\u010dn\u00edho syna Tarase, za\u010dala sledovat zpr\u00e1vy a dozv\u011bd\u011bla se, \u017ee Rusko zah\u00e1jilo tot\u00e1ln\u00ed invazi.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00abNikdy nezapomenu, jak jsem krmila sv\u00e9ho syna a za\u010dala bre\u010det. Proto\u017ee ch\u00e1pu, \u017ee se sem dostala v\u00e1lka\u00bb, \u0159\u00edk\u00e1 holka.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Ale do konce si uv\u011bdomila, co se stalo, a\u017e kdy\u017e \u0161la s d\u00edt\u011btem na proch\u00e1zku: v cel\u00e9m st\u0159edu Lvova na\u0161la jedin\u00e9 m\u00edsto, kde se je\u0161t\u011b dala p\u00edt k\u00e1va. V\u0161echny kav\u00e1rny byly zav\u0159en\u00e9.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Den p\u0159edt\u00edm Marianna vy\u0159\u00eddila Tarasovi cestovn\u00ed pas \u2014 jen tak pro jistotu, tak\u017ee rozhodnut\u00ed odjet do zahrani\u010d\u00ed le\u017eelo na povrchu. Pot\u00e9, co v\u0161ak bylo mu\u017e\u016fm v odvodov\u00e9m v\u011bku zak\u00e1z\u00e1no opustit zemi, rozhodla se, \u017ee sama nepojede. Koneckonc\u016f, neb\u00fdt mal\u00e9ho d\u00edt\u011bte, ona sama byla p\u0159ipravena bojovat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Pot\u00e9, co se Marianna se synem poprv\u00e9 schovali ve star\u00e9m zapr\u00e1\u0161en\u00e9m protileteck\u00e9m krytu, se v\u0161ak jej\u00ed n\u00e1zor zm\u011bnil.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00abUv\u011bdomila jsem si, \u017ee mus\u00edm up\u0159ednost\u0148ovat sv\u00e9ho syna, ne svou touhu zni\u010dit okupanty za cenu vlastn\u00edho \u017eivota. Proto\u017ee te\u010f na mn\u011b z\u00e1vis\u00ed dal\u0161\u00ed \u017eivot\u00bb.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Rodina tedy vyrazila na cestu. P\u0159ekro\u010den\u00ed hranice bylo velmi obt\u00ed\u017en\u00e9. Auto uv\u00edzlo v z\u00e1cp\u011b p\u0159ed polsk\u00fdmi hranicemi. Pak Marianna zabalila syna do v\u0161eho, co u sebe m\u011bla, schovala ho pod bundu a \u0161la s rodinou 22 kilometr\u016f v mrazu. Lid\u00e9 v domech po obou stran\u00e1ch silnice za\u0159izovali m\u00edsta, kde se dalo oh\u0159\u00e1t se, nab\u00edzeli \u010daj, krmili hork\u00fdm j\u00eddlem.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00abPlakala jsem, proto\u017ee jsem necht\u011bla opustit zemi, kde jsou tak dob\u0159\u00ed lid\u00e9\u00bb, vzpom\u00edn\u00e1 holka.<\/span><\/p>\n

Kilometr p\u0159ed hranic\u00ed se rozlou\u010dila s man\u017eelem: odtud jezdil pro maminky s d\u011btmi autobus, ale nebylo snadn\u00e9 do n\u011bho nastoupit. N\u011bkte\u0159\u00ed lid\u00e9 st\u00e1li ve front\u011b n\u011bkolik dn\u00ed. Marianna tam st\u00e1la 5 hodin, kdy\u017e se n\u011bkdo zeptal, jestli jsou ve front\u011b dvou nebo t\u0159\u00edm\u011bs\u00ed\u010dn\u00ed d\u011bti. D\u00edvka b\u011b\u017eela k t\u011bm lidem. Nezn\u00e1m\u00fd mu\u017e j\u00ed donesl jej\u00ed osobn\u00ed v\u011bci: d\u011btskou autoseda\u010dku, n\u011bjak\u00e9 synovy v\u011bci, pen\u00edze a doklady.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00abVzala jsem si je\u0161t\u011b p\u00e1r fotek, proto\u017ee jsem nev\u011bd\u011bla, jestli je\u0161t\u011b uvid\u00edm man\u017eela a rodi\u010de. C\u00edtila jsem se velmi zoufale, ale sna\u017eila jsem se vydr\u017eet a nebre\u010det\u00bb.<\/span><\/p>\n

Na polsk\u00e9 stran\u011b dostala holka pokoj, aby mohla nakrmit miminko a oh\u0159\u00e1t se. Ptali se, kde jsou jej\u00ed v\u011bci, ale ona netu\u0161ila, jak vysv\u011btlit, \u017ee v\u0161ichni lid\u00e9 cestou k hranic\u00edm nechaj\u00ed zbyte\u010dn\u00e9 v\u011bci na krajnici.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

\u00abZ hranic m\u011b odvezli zn\u00e1m\u00ed. Nejprve v aut\u011b jsem vtipkovala a byla aktivn\u00ed. A pak jsem se jen za\u010dala t\u0159\u00e1st, jako p\u0159i epilepsii. Najednou jsem c\u00edtila, jak je mi zima, jak mi bylo \u0161patn\u011b\u2026 to jsem si p\u0159edt\u00edm nedovolila c\u00edtit\u00bb.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Marianna je nyn\u00ed v bezpe\u010d\u00ed. Polsko poskytuje uprchl\u00edk\u016fm pr\u00e1vn\u00ed pomoc, asi bude schopna pracovat v Polsku, pokud v\u00e1lka bude pokra\u010dovat. Ale sn\u00ed o v\u00edt\u011bzstv\u00ed a hospod\u00e1\u0159sk\u00e9 obnov\u011b Ukrajiny: opravdu se chce vr\u00e1tit dom\u016f.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00abNejv\u011bt\u0161\u00ed strach m\u00e1m ze ztr\u00e1ty rodiny, kter\u00e1 z\u016fstala na Ukrajin\u011b. Proto\u017ee tato v\u00e1lka n\u00e1s nau\u010dila, \u017ee lidsk\u00fd \u017eivot je to nejcenn\u011bj\u0161\u00ed, co m\u00e1me, a v\u0161echno hmotn\u00e9 nem\u00e1 \u017e\u00e1dn\u00fd smysl\u00bb.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Mariann\u011b je 24. R\u00e1no 24. \u00fanora se probudila ve lvovsk\u00e9m byt\u011b, chystala se nakrmit sv\u00e9ho p\u016flro\u010dn\u00edho syna Tarase, za\u010dala sledovat zpr\u00e1vy a dozv\u011bd\u011bla se, \u017ee Rusko zah\u00e1jilo tot\u00e1ln\u00ed invazi.\u00a0 \u00abNikdy nezapomenu, jak jsem krmila sv\u00e9ho syna a za\u010dala bre\u010det. Proto\u017ee ch\u00e1pu, \u017ee se sem dostala v\u00e1lka\u00bb, \u0159\u00edk\u00e1 holka.\u00a0 Ale do konce si uv\u011bdomila, co se […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":240601,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[410],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240657"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=240657"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240657\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":240659,"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240657\/revisions\/240659"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/240601"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=240657"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=240657"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.warstoriesukraine.com\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=240657"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}