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A student who survived the AFU’s attack on the pedagogical institute's college dormitory in Starobelsk, LPR recounts her experience. — via Donbass News.

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A young woman with blonde hair and what appears to be a black hospital gown is being interviewed in a hospital room, the right side of her face shows dark, heavy bruising, and her head and neck are is bandaged with gauze.

Her words are transcribed in English-translated subtitles, the subtitles read:

“I had shrapnel wounds - they removed pieces from the back of my head and my neck, and my legs were crushed by a concrete slab. We went to sleep, and then the girls woke me up, saying the sirens were going off again. We rushed outside, and that's when the strike hit our pedagogical college. I was trapped under a slab. The girls couldn't pull me out because it was too heavy - this thing on my face is the aftereffect of this hit. They couldn't free me, so they ran off on their own. Sometime later, I regained consciousness and started calling for help. The people who were clearing the rubble heard my cries and saved me.”

> ask if they're talking about sex-essentialism or they're just mad at trannies discussing misogyny

> "all binaries are bad sir"

> check blog

A resident of Starobelsk who witnessed the AFU strike on the pedagogical institute's college dormitory in LPR, describing the events of the attack and the first moments after the tragedy. — Via Donbass News.

Video Description:

A woman with dark blonde hair in a black top is being interviewed, intercut with footage of the aftermath; rubble and buildings on still smoking.

Her words are transcribed in English-translate subtitles, the subtitles read:

“We ran outside and saw something resembling a small aircraft. Because of the glow, it was very clearly visible. We heard explosions. At first, we thought it was a plane - there was a bang. But there were no sound that usually follows it. My husband said it was a rocket attack. We went outside and saw glowing beams over the city, like when missiles fly - with a tail. They were heading this way.

My parents and my sister with my niece live here.

We called each other, and she said: "There is shelling along our street. The pedagogical institute is being shelled. The building across from the 118th vocational school is on fire, and the House of Culture is burning." Then she told me that she ran toward the dormitory and had the impression that the building had split in half. From the windows, children were screaming: "Help, help!"

She called the Ministry of Emergency Situations, and I think they told her a team had already been dispatched. Two girls were sitting in the bushes; Natasha took them home - their legs were all covered in cuts. I don't know by what miracle these girls woke up, but they immediately ran into the corridor, and at that moment, the explosion happened. The girls ducked, and one of them was pinned by the doors. They were all covered in dust. She turned on her phone's flashlight and started lifting the door, but it was too heavy. Within seconds, they pulled the girl's leg out from under the rubble and went down to the first floor. She said she doesn't even know how fast it happened - such a hurry it was.

And those were ordinary children, innocent children, ordinary civillians...”