Dedicated to my friends - my Saula and Karubai. All my life I have known how to rejoice and I like a lot. I remember everything from early childhood. And how can you not tell about something that you saw and admired? This is the laughter of people after the bombing... How could one not laugh after the fear! They lit a candle and.. - You hid your head under the table, and the rest was not a pity? And this one, look, his head is sticking out, and he’s all still under the bed! Alive! God bless! The neighbors, who were gathering in one room so that it wouldn’t be so scary, when leaving, asked my sister to have time to run around the house again with prayer before the shelling. But the Germans did not delay, they rushed to Stalingrad. And ours did not allow the uninvited nemchura to rest (a word from childhood). And my mother said: “My girls just managed to get some water, and then there were explosions, they ran, the water was on them, and they were laughing... They drove the evil spirits away from us, that’s all they said – “evil spirits,” and they turned on the radio for us.” No one turned off this black plate even for a minute - they lived with the latest news and rejoiced at the songs.