nina vasilievna lykova, her last name was dana, and she is looking for her brother in the orphanage.ems to her that his name was a little bit in her memory, how he pulled out her milk tooth, tied the thread to the tooth, and pulled the other end of the thread, when the tooth broke out, the boy fell. my father is must have been a sailor. since i was always somehow especially worried about the sea, when i grew up i began to look for parents. and for this i needed to find myself. i went to the orphanage where i was brought up. one of our nannies also works there. she told me that when i got to the orphanage, i talked a lot about ships and the sea, and then forgot. and a sister that's what i remember from my childhood life. once i'm looking for relatives, i remember, we drank tea with the whole family, tea at a round table in a large room, the sun shone right on the table. i remember how all people began to speak the word war. what happened to the parents? don't know. i remember how at night they carried me in their arms somewhere along the way, our train began to bomb the woman who acco