Sergei Gerasimov is holding out in Kharkiv. In his war diary, the Ukrainian writer reports on the horrific and absurd everyday life in a city that is still being shelled.
A wise man once said he didn’t give a damn about words of praise, but he would walk ten miles on a cold, rainy night to hear what his enemies were saying about him. Because praise is often unfounded, but every accusation, even the most ridiculous, has a grain of truth in it.