"Be careful, it's shards and glass," Edgar Salbunts, a resident of Akner village in Goris said, inhaling cigarette smoke while escorting him to his house damaged by the enemy's artillery shell. 
With every explosion heard not too far away, he sighs deeply and stretches his hand towards the roof, on which the projectile fell and tore off the roof, damaging the building.

He left the house, and less than ten minutes later, there was a powerful explosion. Edgar cannot describe it in words. While I'm taking photos, he points to the corners of the house, suggesting what to pay attention to. The ceiling was destroyed, the windows were broken, a look of concern, the sound of the Vararak River, the buzz of a  fly, a sound like thunder and an explosion: one, two, three. Then we lose the count.

Edgar shows the fragments of the exploded projectile, constantly repeating that we should walk carefully, they are very sharp, and they are embedded in the carpet. He repeats to himself: "In two days, the rains will start, Eda, I have to get ready, what should I do?" Edgar will fix the roof, and he will fix the house as well, I think, I didn't feel like leaving after talking with him, no matter how hard the times are and the explosions are near.

Akner is a beautiful village. But now sadness has come here. I tell Sargis to stop and talk to the gathered people, but later I regret it because it seems to me that everything is more than obvious, and now I have nothing to ask. If someone wants to talk, he will talk. And so it happens.

A black-haired lady approaches our moving car, leans against the open window, and tells us at once.

"I'm not afraid, dear, I'm afraid for my children, soldiers. I would like to kill those Turks, but everyone is afraid for the children. At least they should collect the adults and take them away so that these children are not left alone," says Mrs. Marina, who works as a sanitary in a medical facility and helps wounded soldiers.

Mrs. Marina says that they cannot go and bring grass from the field even now, the enemy is near.

"Tell me who to turn to, whom to complain to, show me a direction, I'll go and tell." 

Seems to me that they washed their hands of this. Now they have already reached us," says the lady. Now let me finish the story with Akner, because it is heavy and because the artillery explosions sometimes distract me.

Hayarpi Baghdasaryan