i remember that, so to speak, turning the handle on grandfather's rhodiola from time to time hmm couldn well on this was the end of our interaction with the ukrainian language. and it was some kind of something like that. well, from the neighbor fleur and of course, m-m the russian language, uh, in all its beauty and even with the local g and sho, but, again, not for everyone, yes, but nonetheless, the russian language was, of course, also a language communication in the house and the language in which we all thought and the language for which, after so many years, donbass but just stood on the barricades and decided to win back their right to think and speak russian. ready to break. well, almost god donetsk let's say this. e always were at the forefront of the struggle for moscow in a broad sense. i remember that once we went to donetsk by train, uh, which went in ivany, funkovsk, to western ukraine, and i remember that my grandmother alexandra ivanovna from donetsk means, uh. so he looked very reservedly at the conductor, because she had such a, well, pattern of behavior, as it were,