My ancestry. About twenty years ago, my son asked: “How did I appear?” “You yourself or on the scale of history?” "On the scale of history." How he himself appeared and other people appear, he knew from the age of four. One day, taking aside the nanny of the junior group of the kindergarten, he explained to her how children are born. The nanny was in shock until the evening. But she stopped telling the children that they were found in the cabbage. Now the time has come and I wrote. Or maybe that’s how it all happened?