I hardly remember my father. I was only two years old when he went to the front. And then, at the end of the war, they sent us a funeral. My father died near Berlin... Few people returned to the village from the war. Vovka Kuzovny's father came without a leg. Moreover, Stepan Bezrukov, uncle Fyodor Potapov and Seryoga, the chairman’s son. That's all. So I hardly remember my father. Although there is a large portrait hanging on the wall in the upper room. His father is wearing a uniform with awards, his mustache is bristling funny. Mom often looks at the portrait and, when she thinks that I don’t see, she quietly wipes away her tears...