now we live in the village of platoshina, 45 km from the city.ains, then we sit at home and read books from the library, i hope that everything is fine with you too, i heard that the war will end soon, then i will return and we will live again as before. january 12, 1942, today is sunny, although very frosty. i walked along the embankment, looked at the barges frozen in the ice , i thought, they are just as freezing as we are, we still have firewood, just a little, in the next apartment there has been nothing to heat for the third day, the sokolovskys live there, professor ivan ilich, my old friend, is holding up well , but his wife marya fedorovna is already unwell, the doctor says a week, no more, okay, i look at irishka and think why she is being punished like that, thank god that the viola is doing well, mother, of course , cries, grieves, but it’s better there than here, this is her father’s diary, the last entry in the year forty-three, they died. who are the parents, the parents of violetta petrovna, just in the forty-third year she told m