| In New York City, Ukrainians and their supporters grapple with Putin’s invasion from afar.  From left: Karina Krochak, Sasha Kneller, and Tatyana Kharkova. Photographs by Dina Litovsky. New York City is home to roughly a hundred and fifty thousand Ukrainians, more than any other city in the United States—and they, like so many other people around the world, have been left to watch as Russia has shelled Ukrainian cities and forced more than two million people to flee the country. In recent days, the writer Helen Rosner and the photographer Dina Litovsky, who moved to the United States from Ukraine as a child, have been collecting the stories and images of Ukrainians and their supporters as they attempt to make sense of the horrors of a war being experienced by loved ones halfway around the globe. “Putin, for me, is the devil,” Karina Krochak, a twenty-seven-year-old barista, says, while attending a protest in Times Square. “I’m soon going to have a baby, and I don’t want a baby to live in this world if Putin is the President of Russia.” Sasha Kneller, a forty-four-year-old product manager who was born and raised in Moscow, explains, “I feel embarrassed to call myself Russian right now.” And Tatyana Kharkova, a forty-nine-year-old makeup artist, talks about her elderly mother, who recently made an arduous journey from Kyiv to western Ukraine: “She keeps saying everything will be fine. But she doesn’t eat, she doesn’t sleep.” —Ian Crouch, newsletter editor | 
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