just an hour and a half on a slow train, here it is, childhood and youth, oleg basilashvili.u wrote the day when you decided not to come to khatkovy anymore and sell it, you regret it, it’s impossible, well, i got used to it, father, mother, grandmother, everyone gradually left, then my mother was the last one to leave me here in leningrad for the next world, well, there’s a dacha, something needs to be done, but i came there, she was still sick and lived there with me for a whole month. in khadkovo, well , i made them some yoghurt, all those rags are there hanging, her slippers are standing and everything else, and then somehow i heard on the radio, i was doing something in the garden to occupy myself with something, i was putting up some poles, digging up apple trees, then i hear a monologue by kachalov, who plays baronov at the bottom of the moscow art theatre, and satin, here they are talking, and we are having this dialogue. well, that's it, because if i had been able to stand it for another two or three days i simply wouldn't have been able to stand it, because i am com