how i missed the death of my mother, spent half a day ... getting water - maria yagodnitsina recalls,rible picture from her childhood during the siege, like her mother’s body wrapped in a blanket, she had to go down the stairs as an 11-year-old girl, as she lay on the bed, we had an iron bed, we slept as jacks, i wrapped a blanket around one sides to the other, tied them with jump ropes over the nasanochki, and lowered them down, then they drove around, collecting the dead, that’s how... we had a car, it drove into the yard, there were a lot of dead people, but so that they wouldn’t fall out, they stood on the sides, tied like that to the board , so that they don’t fall, with a sled, where, on the minnow, 70 years have passed, i just found my mother’s grave, she’s already been in minsk for 58 years, but in the speech it’s still the same leningrad, where the front door and the paprika show us the book, created on... the memories of the children of the siege, everything is in it the pages are saturated with emotions, strong, when there is a lump in the throat, take at least the recipes