Through the white winter veil, countless eyes look at me, covered as if by a thin savan — a funeral cloth that symbolizes farewell to life and eternal rest.
Snow slowly blankets the portraits of Ukrainian defenders at Independence Square, settling on their calm faces that will never change again. Rain and frost gradually fade the colors, blur the paper, yet they cannot erase the memory and gratitude of future generations.
Each person in these photographs once lived a full life — had dreams, family, and a beloved calling — until a bullet or a shard ended it all in an instant. Every portrait is a separate fate, shattered by war, unfulfilled aspirations, and lives that remain forever in memory.
