Further and further, into the dark cellars of History, the difficult and bloody time of the Civil War, the Russian fratricidal massacre, which brought untold suffering to our people, is leaving us. A massacre that did not end when it was indicated in the history books. And much later. Overgrown with grasses, washed away by spring waters and smoothed by free steppe winds, are the graves of soldiers who died in the fierce battles of that war. But we must not consign to oblivion what happened to us in the bloody youth of the chaotic twentieth century. This book is the author’s attempt to show through the fate of the main characters, a colonel of the General Staff of the Russian Imperial Army and the simple son of the blacksmith Grishka, whose fates are closely intertwined on the battlefields, that our Motherland always remains alone for all its sons. Both white and red. Both right and wrong. For they are like two hands: one and the other cannot be cut off! And they will come to her, they will still come with repentance. And just like the mother, she will forgive her children for everything they did in her name.