"Neither history nor geography have the moral measuring. He is brought in by a man. Sometimes we talk are "cruel times". But all times in its own way are cruel. And in its own way interesting.One generation changes other, and each has the own physiognomy. We planned to remember about those, whose childhood was on the end of war, post-war years 1945-1953. For me it is persons of the same age, for other are parents.C of those pores many years passed. Bore new people, old houses are taken, in place of suburbs are bedroom communities, in place of meadows and fields are roads, storages, dumps. There were out of the use керосинка, column, stove. All anymore than forgotten, and all of us become poorer from this oblivion.Except large history, that saves dates and events, important for a country, there is "small" history of every family. If we will not tell to the children, they will not know that Stalin, victory, communal flat, meant words, stage, appointment, партсобрание. Will not understand that means make-weight (to the loaf of bread of bread), new boots or military form of father. That about what we were not able to tell words, will complement the pulled about and weather-stained photos from domestic albums.And we even can not remember the names of these people often. We must, we are under an obligation to make this effort of remembrance".Ljudmila Улицкая

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