in june '41, irina bulina was only 8 years old, but she is clearly in detail, i still remember every so i fell asleep in the house, and woke up with my mother standing over me, the earth was falling, and i didn’t care. i can’t understand, my grandmother comes and says: happy birthday, hitler is sending you gifts, that’s how the first shelling was for me. when food warehouses were bombed, the enemy closed the ring, and a terrible famine began. in tumu, says irina georgievna, eight relatives died in our family alone. the heating was turned off, there was no water supply, there was no sewage system and people left the dead so that they could get until the end of the month. to receive bread, i saw that my mother came several times with a bandaged hand and brought me a piece of almost white bread and two lumps of sugar, and how my grandmother shouted at her: “what are you, a party member, why are you coming, you won’t save her, this me, you will destroy us all." mom went to donate blood. despite the constant bombing and severe hunger, leningraders went to work every day, worked in factori