The city of waste heaps and roses. This is how I remembered Donetsk after my first visit to this beautiful city. What was also memorable and confusing were the strange men with “lettered” eyelashes and black nails. Coal dust, as it turns out. Miners. Since then, nothing has changed in the city. The waste heaps are in place, the city is buried in luxurious roses. Only there are fewer men on the streets. The miners are fighting! The story of Russian patriots who stood up to defend their Faith, Language, Land and Family. Civil War. Hard. To be honest. There is obscene language in the book!