2015年经济学人 乌克兰的前线 渴望平静

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Ukraine's front line

Longing¹ for silence

Diplomacy² fails the folk on the edge

A subterranean³ life

LYUBA VOEVCHIK lives underground. Her neighbourhood, the Petrovsky district of Donetsk, is close to eastern Ukraine's front line.

When shells began landing on her street last summer, she moved to the dank basement of a local cultural centre,

where she and her two youngest sons share a narrow bed with faded pink sheets. Frightened and exhausted⁴, Ms Voevchik has not slept at home in nearly a year.

The latest ceasefire has provided little solace⁵. “They should hush⁶ up,” Ms Voevchik says with a sigh. “They promised.”

Those promises were the subject of high-level talks between Russia and America last week. John Kerry, America's secretary of state, conferred with Vladimir Putin,

Russia's president. Victoria Nuland, another American envoy⁷, shuttled between Kievand Moscow, urging compliance⁸ with the faltering⁹ Minsk peace plan.

But as diplomats¹⁰ keep talking, the guns keep sputtering¹¹ and civilians¹³ like Ms Voevchik keep suffering.

The United Nations estimates that the war has left 5m people in need of humanitarian¹⁴ help. Of the more than 6,000 killed since last April, most have been civilians.

Some 2m people have been displaced, and countless¹⁵ more reduced to lives of basic survival. Worst hit are the sick, the elderly and children.

The woes¹⁶ of front-line residents have mounted as the authorities who are supposed to succour them vanish.

Ukraine's government has stopped financing the separatist-held territories (including pension payments and doctors' salaries),

and has offered haphazard¹⁷ help to the internally displaced on its side of the lines.

The separatist leadership has proved capable of little more than waging war. Russia's aid to the region has been heavy on guns and light on butter.

“It turned out that nobody cares about the people,”says Evgeniy Shibalov, co-founder of Responsible Citizens, a volunteer-run humanitarian aid group in Donetsk.

The outside world has ignored the plight¹⁸ of theDonbas region, treating war as a geopolitical rather than a humanitarian problem.

Of the $316m the UN requested for aid toUkraine this year, only a quarter has been pledged.

Humanitarian organisations and volunteers have stepped in. The International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) opened five offices in the area.

Medecins Sans Frontières (MSF), a health charity, has sent dozens of doctors. During the heaviest fighting,

Responsible Citizens delivered aid to “red zone” areas which others deemed too dangerous. Pomozhem, a foundation started by Rinat Akhmetov,

Ukraine's richest oligarch and a native of Donetsk, distributes monthly food handouts¹⁹ to over 800,000 people on both sides of the lines.

More still sign up every month. The foundation's 12kg package of essentials like salt, sugar, pasta and flour “helps us survive in this nightmare”,

says one pensioner²⁰ from Donetsk's Kievskiy district, which borders the city's heavily bombed airport.

When war was raging, aid workers focused on treating the wounded and evacuating²¹ civilians. Now, as fighting has ebbed²² (though not fully²³ ceased),

attention has turned to securing medical and food supplies and rebuilding damaged homes. Ukrainian government restrictions²⁴ have exacerbated²⁵ supply shortages,

limited civilian¹² access to aid and deepened resentment²⁶ in separatist-held areas. Pensioners²⁷ can only retrieve²⁸ funds in government-controlled territory,

and many are physically²⁹ or economically unable to get there. To cross the lines, residents need a pass from the Kiev authorities; that can take months.

The rebel authorities pay pensions sporadically³⁰.

Other problems will linger long after all fire ceases. “When the conflict stops, it doesn't mean life goes completely back to normal,”

says David Nash of MSF in Donetsk. Unexploded ordnance³¹ hides along country roads. Psychological trauma³² haunts daily life.

At one school near the front, childish drawings adorn³³ the wall. Subjects include two soldiers running through a field beside two tanks under a receding³⁴ sun,

an old woman and a boy huddled³⁵ with their cat and dog in front of a burning home, and two children gripping their mother in candlelight,

with the words, “Give us back the quiet!”