windows and doors , six chekists burst into the house, led by my boss from 1965, this is shumeiko oleksandr oleksandrovichthe fifth department for the fight against dissidents, nationalists and so on, they are all already there, what my mother is saying, they are turning the house upside down, he is standing in my room, where i am , my bed is already there... he himself looked at that bed all the time and leaned on the railing of that bed and looked at the child, i endured, i think how i have to give in, i think, let me say this, oleksandr oleksandrovich, well , what are you waiting for, wake up the child, maybe she wrote something, published it herself, and has it somewhere in her rompers, hid it or something. i say, what is wrong with you, wake up the child, put him on this bed and so on, that is, i say with such indignation, he began to lose his temper, well no, well, we’re not human at all or something , i left the bed, that’s all, the straw is sleeping, i remember after that, even to this day, when i see sovmiya, i say my savior, you saved me from the minimum 10 years, mordovian camps, and so, there