Oleksandr was born on 20 October 1985 in the city of Jetigara, Kustanay region, Kazakhstan. At the age of five the family moved to Volochysk, Khmelnytskyi region, Ukraine. His parents divorced and he was raised by his mother.
From 1992 to 1999 he studied at Volochysk Secondary School No 5. He was a diligent student and did well in his studies.
When Oleksandr finished the 7th grade his mother went abroad to Italy. Sasha stayed with his grandmother who brought him up in the village and he went to the 8th grade there.
From 1999 to 2001 he studied at Polyansk Secondary School.
From 2001 to 2004 he studied at the Volochysk Vocational Lyceum, where he received a degree in turning.
After graduation he worked at enterprises Agrobusiness LLC as a baker, Motor Sich and Agrarian Company 2004.
In 2009 he married his beloved wife Marina, and in 2011 they gave birth to a son David.
He has worked abroad since 2018.
When the full-scale war began he returned to Ukraine to defend his homeland. On 3 June 2022 he was conscripted for military service.

Oleksandr died on 29 March 2023 near the village of Snihurivka, Mykolaiv region, during the demining of the territory.
Oleksandr was awarded the Order for Courage III class by a decree of the President of Ukraine.
Awards: ‘Honour and Pride of Volochysk Community’, “Courage and Victory”.

 

Meeting story

My husband and I met in 2004 at a friend’s birthday party. Sasha offered to take me home. The next day we started dating. I was in the 9th grade at the time. He kept jokingly saying that we would get married and that he would be waiting for me. And I kept saying, ‘Okay, okay…’

After school I went to study at Chortkiv Medical College to become a pharmacist. After graduation I returned to my hometown and started working. A year later in 2009 Sasha proposed to me and we got married. In 2011 our son David was born. He was very happy and proud of his son and his every new achievement. Sasha was a loving, good father and husband.
We dreamed of buying our own house, because we were renting an apartment. My husband wanted his family to live in prosperity, so he started travelling abroad to work. The money we both earned was not enough, we had a child who was often sick, who needed to be dressed, taken to kindergarten and then to school, and so on, without mentioning the utility bills.
And then in 2022 when the war started, my son and I were at home and he was in Hungary. My husband asked us to leave, he wanted to protect us, he wanted us to be safe. But he came to defend his homeland, he considered that to be his duty. We stayed with him and supported him. My son and I were very worried about him, we used to end every conversation with the phrase, ‘Daddy, we love you very much, promise us that you will come back alive and with a victory’. And he kept laughing and saying, ‘Only this way.’

And those were his last words, we talked to him the last night, and in the morning he was gone.
A year has passed, but we still can’t accept that he is gone. We love him and miss him so much.