why are you silent, nitinka, i need the number of the unit to which you were drafted, tell me, i bego, hello, i’m from the komsomol organization, school number 231. the owners are not at home, they are in evacuation. excuse me, did anything come to amy trampled on? are these some kind of trampled ones? enemies of the people? ok. here, wait. tell your friends not to clog up our mailbox. here is a letter for you from some trepalin. dear zoya vasilievna, and also musya and gulya. writes to you trofim tripalin, mitya's friend. i hope you remember me. i am writing to you from a village near mozhaisk, which is our part. occupied yesterday by a glitch, the commander instructed me to supervise the burial; during identification, one of the local residents pointed to her former tenant from moscow. to my horror, i discovered that it was your mother, vera ivanovna. how she ended up in this village, in the war zone of the capital, i have no idea. zoya, find the words to tell your sisters and grandmother about this. and don’t worry, i personally buried her in a separate grave and placed her there.