and about for a very long time, lydia clement knew absolutely nothing.ng a mailbox on the fence near her grave, people left some messages. thus, on one of natasha shafranova’s visits for her mother’s seventy-fifth birthday, she came to st. petersburg. i always knew who my mother was, my grandmother and mother lived throughout the blockade in leningrad in this very house on podolskaya 26. mom was 4 years old when the war began. it so happened that lydia clement and i were born in the same city, on on the same street, in the same year. boris shofranov, musician, jazzman, husband of lydia clement, was born. in leningrad lives in new york, she passed almost every day past my window, to school, and i studied at another school, a men's school around the corner, i met her at a music school, i remembered that for some reason she blushed when i i looked at her, i don’t know, or she generally blushed very quickly, but i remembered this moment later when we... as a child, i didn’t really realize it, the older you get, the more acutely you feel that you lost and wha