but koltygina’s mother died, she’s been drinking for a week, she hasn’t been dry, she keeps drinking and drinking, let’s go. the howling birds have long been buried in their graves, and we the latter did not repay the debt, the eternal memory did not sing moonshine. it’s a pity for grigory ivanovich, i kept hearing how he dealt with this, too, he’s threshing the fritz in stacks, atoning for the guilt before himself, my father worked at our mission, we lived in berlin for 4 years, dad, mom and me. “i studied at a german school, do you remember that time the general at the checkpoint interrogated me on my knowledge of german, i remembered him for a long time, i remembered, he visited us more often than others, played with me, my father’s friend, i just forgot his last name, but who is there, in fact lived under his real name, his father intelligence officer." there was, uh, opposite us a lady, the eldest in the house, now he was looking out , sniffing, looking, ran to inform the gestapo, and your father was arrested, more cunningly, he was handed over to ours as an english sp