Source: PostPravda.info 03.03.2025.
URL: https://postpravda.info/en/stories/frontline-stories/studying-in-ukraine-during-the-war/
URL: https://postpravda.info/en/stories/frontline-stories/studying-in-ukraine-during-the-war/
On February 22, 2022, Ukrainians woke up in a different world – one in which not everyone would manage to survive. Of course, there had been talk beforehand about a possible Russian invasion, but few people believed it – just as few people today believe in the possibility of a Russian invasion of other European countries. This is understandable: it is hard to imagine that, in a single moment, one’s entire familiar life could come to an end.
Studying in Ukraine: The First Days of the War
The morning of February 24, 2022. The wail of sirens filled the air over Kyiv, but no one yet knew what it really meant for cities to be bombed. It was still unclear what exactly to fear. How many of my acquaintances and friends would still be alive a year later? Kyiv residents were setting up camp in the metro, intending to spend the night there, naively believing they could wait out the war underground. One acquaintance of mine wanted to leave Kyiv with her friends and wait out the war in Bucha. No one could imagine that it was precisely there that the Russians would carry out a massacre. She was saved only by the fact that fighting had already begun there and she did not manage to get there.
I understood that the best thing to do was to continue carrying out one’s everyday duties and to find one’s mission. My mission is connected with my profession: to transform emotions into understanding, in order to help people overcome their fear of uncertainty. To do this, I returned home to Sloviansk, continued teaching, and began keeping a chronicle with philosophical reflections. By clarifying meanings, I could give people a point of support for understanding what was happening.
At that time, I was teaching my own online course – The Philosophy of Human Communication. Fighting was going on in Kyiv, and it was still unknown whether the city would hold, yet according to the schedule I had another lecture to give. Several female students from Sievierodonetsk joined the class. They had not yet recovered from the emotional shock. How was I supposed to lecture them? I tried to convey a sense of confidence, to demonstrate a rational attitude toward what was happening without excessive emotion. And they replied: “Russian planes are already above us. We’re in a bomb shelter.” The students were about twenty years old; when the war in Donbas began, they had been around twelve. The fragile balance between peace and war – that had been their entire life, and now that balance had collapsed into an abyss.
Later, one of the students found herself under occupation and said that time there seemed to have stopped in 2014 for the local youth. They were already over twenty, but their consciousness was like that of fourteen-year-olds. “If we,” she said, “are active in life – looking for jobs to support ourselves while studying, making decisions for ourselves – then the local youth are infantile. It wouldn’t even occur to them to decide anything on their own.”
The Mission of a Teacher and Philosopher During the War
After recalling the students, the Ukrainian government announced a break, so the next lecture took place only two weeks later. A relatively large number of students attended. My task was to conduct the classes in such a way that they would become an island of familiar life amid the chaos of war and serve as moral support for the students.
For this to happen, the students needed to trust me – to perceive me as someone who shared all the dangers with them here in Donbas, not far from the front line; someone who differed from them not in social status, but in life experience. In a situation where death is close, one persuades not with words but with one’s example. That is why I tried not only to speak, but also to demonstrate inner calm and a readiness to act, maintaining confidence in my decisions and actions no matter how terrifying the external circumstances might be.
In such circumstances, people need someone nearby who can demonstrate this confidence. Neither comforting talk nor formal teaching as if nothing had happened is acceptable here, for that would be a sign of inadequacy. As a teacher, I needed to show that I understood the students, that I accurately assessed the horror unfolding around us, and that in any situation I could offer a rational strategy for action and was prepared to take responsibility for my decisions.
Classes During Shelling
The next class began. We exchanged information about the situations each of us was facing. A student from Lyman said that things were quiet there, even though a powerful explosion had just sounded very close by. In response, I said that things were also quiet in Sloviansk, although the previous day the sirens had been blaring constantly; the day before that, there had been cannon fire and missile explosions all day long, and one of the missiles had struck very close to my home.
And so, having exchanged updates, we began the class. I needed to connect my lecture to the new reality, and this time I chose the topic of lies. The internet connection was unreliable, since electricity was often cut, but I had written to each student in advance via private chat that we could stay in constant contact there.
A student from Lysychansk, who lost her internet connection during the class, later sent the following message:
“It’s quite scary in Lysychansk. My home is near one of the main roads. When vehicles pass – anything from cars to tanks – you can hear them very, very clearly, especially because the road has been destroyed by tanks. Shelling happens very often and is extremely loud. There are neighborhoods that have been completely devastated. Many people have had no water, electricity, or gas for two weeks now. It will take a long time to restore all of this.
The primary school where I studied is half destroyed. Heavy equipment is constantly stationed near the gymnasium where I went to middle school. Because the house where I live now is relatively close, every shot from near the gymnasium is felt extremely sharply. Near the lyceum where I attended high school, a shell fell in the very first days. No one ever figured out whether it was part of a launch mechanism or an unexploded shell.
Going outside is extremely dangerous – even to the shop across the road. Heavy fighting is underway in Rubizhne right now. From our side, there is intense and constant fire directed toward it. Cities are burning. In areas where friends once lived, there are practically no houses left.
Most roads are mined; railway tracks have been blown up. Now the question concerns the bridges. As soon as the Armed Forces of Ukraine begin to withdraw, the bridges will be destroyed – they are of strategic importance. Trying to leave now can be compared to the agony of an animal driven into a corner. There is an enormous amount of false information, a flood of fakes concerning civilian evacuation. You don’t know where you might gain something and where you might lose everything.
Today, acquaintances left for Svatove in an evacuation convoy at 8:30 a.m. As of now, there has been no contact with them. It is unknown whether they arrived – or whether they are alive at all…
I apologize for not responding during the class. It’s hard to get even a more or less stable internet connection in the basement.”
It is the third month of classes. The Russians have captured Sievierodonetsk, Lysychansk, and Lyman and have approached Sloviansk, where I live. A student who evacuated from Lyman asks how Sloviansk is being shelled and compares it with how his city was shelled before it was captured:
“First they shelled the hospital and the House of Culture, and then regular artillery duels began, and all life-support systems in the city stopped. As a rule, the shelling went on continuously from four to ten in the morning. Then there was a lull during the day until six in the evening, after which it resumed again until one in the morning.”
An Attitude Toward Life That Gives Strength
I continued to choose lecture topics in response to the questions raised by the war: duty, responsibility, attitudes toward evil, and so on. However, the topic that aroused the greatest interest was love between a man and a woman. It was discussed passionately even by those attending classes while under shelling. Despite the war, the younger generation lives inwardly in the peaceful future of Ukraine.
I also shared personal reflections with the students. When I was teaching in Tomsk (Siberia), I was once offered a strategy for building an academic career: to write grant applications, travel to Moscow, cultivate connections with influential scholars, and thereby increase my authority and social status. Some of my colleagues followed this path. They gained recognition – and are now forced to adapt to the regime in Russia against their conscience. Had I done the same, I would have lost my philosophical talent.
There is a fundamental difference between a philosopher and a specialist in philosophy. A philosopher articulates lived experience. And when there is a war, a philosopher cannot avoid speaking about the experience of war – otherwise, they cease to be a philosopher. For philosophical self-realization, I need only free time to write and the opportunity to live through, together with everyone else, the experience I reflect upon. In frontline Sloviansk, I have all of this. My successful colleagues in Russia do not.
The war has revealed that the struggle for recognition, social status, academic careers, and authority is nothing more than an illusion – a mirage. The authenticity of life is revealed in its intrinsic value, when one acts in accordance with oneself. That is what I tried to convey to the students in my lectures.
Studying in Ukraine: Students’ Testimonies
Ukrainian youth is diverse. Some are politicized; others are not. They have very different interests, but there is something that unites them all: they are oriented toward the future, and at the same time they see no future whatsoever with Russia. They do not watch television and perceive the war not through the prism of politics or ideology, but realistically – as it manifests itself in everyday life.
I was once again convinced of this when I spoke with them during assessments and exams. Below are excerpts from these conversations, with minor stylistic editing that does not alter their meaning.
From an occupied district of Luhansk Oblast
– I managed to get in touch with difficulty. I have local registration, so they are not letting me leave the LPR – mobilization is under way.
Note
LPR – so-called Luhansk People’s Republic.
DPR – so-called Donetsk People’s Republic.
These are the names used by Russian authorities and pro-Russian separatists for the puppet administrations in the occupied parts of the Luhansk and Donetsk regions.
DPR – so-called Donetsk People’s Republic.
These are the names used by Russian authorities and pro-Russian separatists for the puppet administrations in the occupied parts of the Luhansk and Donetsk regions.
From Ukraine, after evacuation from Mariupol
– We could have been killed many times. I can’t talk about it. I can’t promise that I’ll ever be able to tell it…
From Svitlodarsk (under occupation)
– I am in Svitlodarsk. Since May 24 we’ve had the DPR, and since May 29 there has been no communication at all. Only now have I managed to get in touch for the first time. There is nothing in the city – no water, no electricity, no gas, no internet. The fact that I somehow managed to catch a signal is a miracle.
From Ukraine, after evacuation from Lyman
– On April 22 there was the first heavy shelling. At about five in the morning, the Donetsk Regional Trauma Hospital – which had been relocated to Lyman in 2014 – was hit by an Uragan multiple-launch rocket system. There was a fire, and neighboring houses were damaged. It was especially intense on the night from April 30 to May 1: shelling began at 8 p.m. and continued until about 1 a.m., then resumed again at 4 a.m. You could hear the sound of metal fragments from shells scattering across the city. Closer to noon it quieted down somewhat, and it became clear that the pedestrian bridge between the southern and northern parts of the city had been destroyed, apartment buildings and garages were damaged, and the railway station was left without windows. In the following weeks, the situation in the city only worsened; food supplies were running out, and people were exhausted by the constant roar and ongoing destruction…
From Novopskov (under occupation)
– I’m at home in Novopskov. It seems quiet here, but aircraft fly over every day, military equipment moves around – it’s very frightening.
From Kurakhovo
– I see no logic at all in the shelling. People were training at the stadium, and after they left, a missile struck it.
From Ukraine, after evacuation from Mariupol
– On February 24, Russian troops entered Ukraine. I remember that morning – the horror that reigned everywhere. From early morning, the occupiers began bombing the outskirts of Mariupol. People tried en masse to leave the city, but even then it was already blocked. Everyone rushed to withdraw cash and buy food. There was terror in people’s eyes; everyone was afraid of what would come next. Everyone was afraid of war.
I lived in the private housing sector of the Illichivskyi District. When shelling began in the Eastern District, we hid in the basement. The ground was shaking, and with it our house. Time seemed to stop. That was the first time in my life I felt that my loved ones and I could die.
All the days that followed were the same: air-raid sirens, the basement, explosions. Fighting was taking place just a few kilometers away and soon spread to the Illichivskyi District. That was when we decided to leave the city.
It so happened that we were leaving during an air bombardment. Even then, the Illichivskyi District was already in ruins – destroyed houses, burned-out cars. But the worst was still ahead. When our car reached a checkpoint, we were advised to turn around and go back because it was too dangerous. I remember my mother saying that we had to leave immediately. We – and everyone behind us – were let through at our own risk. We prayed, asking God to give us a chance to live.
That day, under bombardment, we got out. What I saw can never be forgotten: burned and shot-up cars, trucks, and military equipment… and bodies – rather, what was left of them. There were so many that my sense of reality disappeared. It was as if I had fallen into a trance. It felt like a nightmare.
My family and I left Mariupol on March 10. On March 11, as if erasing our past, a shell destroyed our home.
From Okhtyrka
– On February 24, at around 1:30 p.m., a small Russian column entered the city; it was deliberately allowed to pass through and was later destroyed somewhere out in the fields. The main fighting began on the 25th: vacuum bombs, Grad multiple-launch rocket systems, artillery, aviation, and more.
The city’s key infrastructure was completely destroyed: the combined heat and power plant and the railway station. The city center was badly damaged – the city hall was destroyed, and the House of Services, the House of Culture, and the museum were damaged.
Most residents left en masse almost immediately. In April, it was relatively quiet, but around mid-May there was a missile strike on a military facility – and a kindergarten was hit as well. Someone had informed them that weapons were being stored there, but everything had been removed three days before the strike, so it was completely pointless.
Since then, it has been calm in the city, but the border villages are constantly terrorized. Shells mostly land in the fields, deliberately, so that nothing can be sown.
From Oleksiievo-Druzhkivka
– Today there was shelling of neighboring towns (about 10 km from my settlement), and all communication was completely cut off.
From Ukraine, after evacuation from Mariupol
– I simply have no strength left for studying. My life has been knocked out from under my feet and continues to slip away even now. Since February 24, there has not been a single bright day in my life. I spent a month in Mariupol – from the beginning of the war until March 24. There we lost everything: our apartments, cars, and business. We were deported to Russia. It took us 25 days to get out of that hell so as not to remain there… Two weeks ago, I was told that my brother, who was at Azovstal, had been killed. And I cannot even bury him.
From Kharkiv
– On the 5th – I don’t remember the month, I think it was May – it was coming in all day. I was twice under direct shelling. Shrapnel flew past my face; my sneakers were torn apart.
It’s hard again in Kharkiv. Yesterday there were explosions in Saltivka. But that’s Saltivka and Novi Domy. Those who live on the other end of the city, in the Lysa Hora area, say things are more or less okay there. But overall, shelling comes every night, mostly from Belgorod. That’s been going on for a long time now. There are air-raid alerts almost constantly. They start firing from Belgorod around 11:00 p.m. Tonight, they’re shelling again too.
Conclusion. Thus, over the years of war, a generation has grown up that does not remember a time when Russia was not an enemy.








