this is my home, in the format at that time, everything, in particular her every day, as i lived in sharypovot and how was happening at home, here, my mother stayed, but i didn’t i basically couldn’t. not to come, not to return, because she had no one left except me, zhenya tried to persuade his wife to move for several months, for obvious reasons, to move to the war zone at first. not brought up as well as let’s say the locals here grew up where there was nothing like this, they especially the children, they are never children either, well, nevertheless, they agreed anyway , and the children agreed, they went, of course, and ksenia’s relatives, and especially her mother, dissuaded her from moving with four children to the region where in the twenties it was, to put it mildly, restless, this was a very difficult decision, it was hard, she was all, i said that this is ukraine, there is no need to go to ukraine, i said, mom, this is not ukraine anymore, no, and they are shooting there, well, it was hard, mom and i generally spent a long time, a very long time, and we argued, quarreled, and ever