A man braves the heavy artillery in the streets of Severonetsk to bring his lost horse home as a Ukrainian tank rolls by. A few of the braver residents from the area peek their heads out from behind the grey door of their Soviet-era residences to see if it is safe to step outside as the rhythm of shelling dictates their lives. "There is banging all the time, and shrapnel flying around. You can hear it from the basement. So we lock ourselves up," says Anna Poladyuk, as she holds the soup ladle still steaming from the wood-fired stove outside, "My hands are shaking…". IMAGES AND SOUNDBITES ARRANGED IN SEQUENCES