A distressed Ukrainian mother, translated by a Russian mother

6/ A hooded lady. She is crying. She has lost her daughter, her home. I don't have a translator. I call my mother in France, she is of Russian origin, daughter of White Russians. My Russian mother translates for me the words of a Ukrainian woman whose life has been pulverized by Russian bombs.

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