Valerii Fedorchuk, a Ukrainian soldier who carries himself with both assurance and stirs of sadness, points toward the valley below us, where a row of ruined buildings scars the horizon. Heavy artillery rumbles from that direction, followed by plumes of smoke. Wherever the shells end up landing, it's not where we stand, in the hills surrounding the Bakhmut front in eastern Ukraine. It's a bright August afternoon and he's taken me here to provide a panorama of the battlefield. "Bakhmut used to be a beautiful city," he says. "Now it is like a cancer, how it looks, how it feels. And like any cancer, we must kill it to save the body. It is the result of the Russian world [coming into it]. Anything the Russian world touches turns to that." |
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