adile was quite a character. and let's hear from adile herself. [speaking russian] >> adile was also sentenced to kazahkstan where she barely survived. she met her is second husband in kazahkstan. they had two children. her second husband was a greek and had no right to enter into the soviet union, so they lived separately. here are her two children. the daughter on the left you see in the film with her. the son, unfortunately, died early. and she's now 96? huh? 93. 93. we go to the final character, my favorite. and this is the story that natalia wrote. here's a collage of fioqla. so fiokla was born in 1926 in the ural mountains. her father was one of the richest farmers in town. fiokla and her family -- the father is next to her, second from the top left. they were deported to a special settlement as they were called which was basically a lifetime sentence for the adults. the children could perhaps leave the special settlement if they behaved themselves when they grew up. fiokla lived as a prisoner in this special settlement until she was freed t

adile's family was arrested, her father, and adile's father, who was a persian. so adile never had soviet citizenship. so everyone was being arrested. and adile, including her husband, emdi, and adile, who is now like 16 or 17, spent her days trying to find where emdi was imprisoned, and to bring him provisions. and i'd like to read this excerpt about her standing in front of the prison, which is around 30-kilometers away. adile moved slowly in front of the prison where emdi was held. the august heat stifled the waiting mothers and wives with small children. the absolute silence was disrupted only by small children who pleaded with their mothers for something to eat, drink, or sleep. adile recognized emdis voice calling out her name. she searched the windows and saw em declinging to the prison bars and shouting, leave, go as far away as possible. i fear for you. they're probably going to send us away. do not believe that we have done anything wrong. the guards tore emdi from the prison bars. the women around adile began to cry. a guard grabbed adile by the collar

i have to instant-message adil in istanbul. catherine: good idea.ems on my list, like the clock tower. and make sure it's lofty! catherine: hey! that looks pretty good. no. it's not coming out like i imagined. it doesn't have to be perfect. you should go to bed. (crowd roaring) (crowd groans) francine, this stadium's great... for the pitcher. but it's not going to be so great when we're batting. we'll never be able to hit a home run over that wall. you're right. why didn't i think of that? lefty: well, maybe someone can hit a home run with that bat. announcer: now batting, number seven... henry thomson! (stadium rumbling) lefty: is there any way they can adjust the sound system? (groans) why didn't i build a dome?! (birds chirping) (gasps) it's got holes in it, but it'll have to do. i'll just stretch the sides a little and make it fit. (cracking) (gasps) arthur: what happened? it looked great when i left yesterday. but it needed a dome. it wasn't perfect. what's the point if it's just ordinary? maybe we can fix it. no, it's a perfect disaster. i've