anatoly is there, let's say there. vladimirovich i still can’t understand why i, well, don’t i decided to go right up to her. and so on, as these are their diggings. i find her military id. that is, my mother served in belogorsk. and on one page it is indicated that she has a daughter. this is me christina, the year of birth is eighty- third and it is written that she has a son, shamil , born in eighty-four. that's when you saw this, you began to ask your mother questions. i somehow approached her already many years later, literally before, roughly speaking, before i completely left the family. i asked her a question. i say well for some reason not about the brother. apparently i her then. well, she regretted something, but about her own father, how would i tell her that, well, i know that this is not my father. although he seems to treat me well, everything, but i want to know, true, she said, well, when you grow up , you will understand everything. i mean, she didn't say anything. i understand correctly that my mother is no longer