
Maryna Ivanova, a young woman living in a riverside village in southern Ukraine, had an uneasy feeling when her fiancé and brother left for work one morning in early May. They were headed to a nearby island in the Dnipro River, the watery front line between Russian and Ukrainian forces, and the area was getting heavily shelled.
Standing at her stove, making pork and potato soup, Ms. Ivanova heard — and felt — an enormous blast, much more frightening, she said, than the explosions that have become routine.
“It felt like something was dropped right on us,” she said.
A few minutes later, she heard shouting outside and ran down to the dock. A boat pulled up. Inside lay her brother, soaked in blood. Slumped next to him was her fiancé with part of his face blown off. Both were dead.
She fell to her knees.