Inna Konstantinovna endured a lot during her life. I remembered something well, only briefly. But she never forgot that terrible summer that broke out 50 years ago; it seemed to be stuck in her like a splinter and hurt endlessly. “What date was that?” - Baba Inna thought with alarm, looking dumbfoundedly out the icy window. Pictures flashed through my head, bright and clear, as if everything had happened yesterday. And it was on Saturday, exactly, on Saturday. Because in the evening they were going to the bathhouse... Tears rolled up, it became hot and tight in the chest. “Nadya, darling...” Inna whispered. “What happened then?”