Time is heartless because it does not provide the opportunity to return to the past. Time is cruel because it cannot be stopped. It moves with the second hand, turning into minutes, hours, days.... Before you have time to look back, a year, two, a decade has passed. And then you start to think: how did I live, right? What did you do to remain in people's memory? Since a man lived on earth, it means that Mother Nature gave him a chance to leave a mark on human souls! I'm trying to. Poems, stories, articles... When I left for distant Siberia as a boy, I knew that I would return. It took me forty years to return. Now I know that I will never leave here. Each of us has our own address of our little homeland. My address is a small village in the Ulyanovsk region....