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A basement. A small radio plays a folk song. A girl draws a sunflower on a cardboard box. She adds a blue sky. Tenth angel: the one who draws a future in a shelter.

Last long shot. The same kitchen as Set 01. The same woman. Now she is alone at the table, drinking tea. She looks directly at the camera—just once. Then she smiles, barely. Then she looks away.

A teenage girl braiding her younger sister’s hair by a window. The older one hums something unrecognizable. The younger one holds a stuffed rabbit missing an ear. Fourth angel: the one who braids peace into every parting.

A field outside the city. A woman hangs laundry between two apple trees. The wind lifts a white sheet like a wing. Ninth angel: the one who turns chores into rituals. LS---Ukrainian--Gentle--Angels-Sets-01-13

Outside now. A courtyard with a single linden tree. Two old men play chess on a concrete slab. One has a bandaged hand. No one speaks. The third angel: silence between men who have seen tanks.

A man sweeping the steps of a damaged church. He pauses, touches a bullet hole in the doorframe. He resumes sweeping. Eleventh angel: the one who cleans without being asked.

No credits. Only a soft sound of wind through a linden tree. A basement

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A grandmother shelling peas into a chipped enamel bowl. She gives one to a stray cat under the table. She speaks to it in Ukrainian. The cat blinks slowly. Seventh angel: the one who remembers to be kind when no one is watching.

A man repairing a bicycle in a shed. He adjusts the chain, spins the pedal. He looks up at a wasp’s nest in the rafter—does not destroy it. Sixth angel: the one who lets small dangers live. She adds a blue sky

Night. A candle on a windowsill. A woman writes in a notebook, then closes it. She touches the glass. Outside, a curfew-empty street. Fifth angel: the one who writes down names so no one disappears.

Thirteenth angel: the one who looks back at the world and forgives it for needing so many gentle angels.

A woman teaching a child to tie shoelaces. She loops, tugs, loops again. The child says, “I can do it.” She lets go. Twelfth angel: the one who teaches flight then opens her hands.

An archival study in light, memory, and the soft geometry of care A long shot of a kitchen in Lviv. Morning light cuts across a linoleum floor. A woman in a dove-gray sweater places bread on a board. She does not look at the camera. The knife moves slowly. This is the first angel: the one who feeds without praise.

Same woman, different room. She is folding a child’s shirt. Her hands pause mid-fold. For two seconds, she stares at a crack in the wall. The second angel: the one who holds grief in her shoulders and still makes the bed.