With Ana in Lugansk taking final exams, I found myself alone in the flat for two weeks. Faced with an unenviable choice between silence and Ukrainian television I spent my time outside instead, enjoying the summer weather and the city's collective lightened mood. One walk took me to the Lavra monastery, and the war memorial within the grounds. A tall, needle-shaped statue stands in the middle of a small courtyard, and the names of the commanders who died during the Second World War are engraved into grey stone plaques along the path which leads up to it. Sixty three years on, many people still leave flowers, such is the Ukrainians' deep respect for those who have helped to create their nation. From the memorial the view of Kyiv - the river Dnieper and, further, the left
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