A Ukrainian Family's Three Years of War

One morning last month, while I was waiting at a bus stop on the western edge of the western Ukrainian city of Lviv, I struck up a conversation with a man in his early forties named Mykola Hryhoryan. Across from the bus stop was a bombed-out museum. I asked if he knew what had happened to it. "It was hit by a Russian drone," he said. Mykola was wearing jeans and a black parka with the hood pulled over his head. He told me that he was a soldier.