“Our life is not only what we have done. But also what they didn’t do: they didn’t follow the call of love, they didn’t plow the cucumber bed, they didn’t give birth to a child. Life is like a jar of strawberries. There are voids between the berries. But emptiness is also filling. Who do we remember? Those who gathered us. And those who ruined. Destroyed our souls like nests. They are also needed.” V. Tokarev