next motorcycle arrives , and there is a woman sitting there, last name, first name, patronymic, krysakhovnaound organization there, something, she arrived, and we got back into the cars and were taken back to this orphanage, probably a week passed, or maybe two, i don’t remember something, really, we looked again, two cars pulled up, well, there were already girls , the boys had already somehow begun to sit down, not only the girls, but also the boys, several sat down. girls into one car, into another, boys too, they take us again, we don’t know where or what, but the cars are just the same, they brought us when they opened the door of one car, so all the dead and children fell in there, they open our door, that something is not there it worked, but i don’t know this whole complexity of the machine, but some part didn’t work, 17 people who then returned to leningrad, we jumped out, everyone’s eyes were wide open, what happened, and we were taken back, maryatovna, you must were to survive in order to tell all the stories, so that they remember, no one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten, let'