ago, an american historical and architectural man arrived in moscow, his last name, if i i remember sinkich correctly, and he really wanted to know all this history. i tried very hard to persuade my dad to tell him. but this, well, nothing worked out and didn’t work out for me, because it stood between us in the thirty-seventh year and suddenly, one day, when this man of mine, this mr. sinkevich, he had to leave already and in essence it turned out that he almost arrived in vain suddenly dad said, well, i agree. i will tell. i only then, maybe fully understood the drama that happened there, you know, not even a trauma tragedy. well, at the beginning of his journey, he suffered both good luck and failure. he was born in the family of an engineer and a railway engineer, who unfortunately died in a railway accident when the boy, born at 18.580, was only 5 years old after the death of his father, it was decided to send him to the vilkovo orphanage and this was also a meaningful decision, because the orphanage, founded at the beginning of the 19th century, by the end of the 19th century, was a v