waiting for and were very afraid of the verpauna, there was a military doctor by profession, stanislav nikodimovichtkevich, his own father, was called to the front when his father saw off his father. he says, i fool told him not to return without the order. he never returned as a child. i experienced fear. as at home, i thought that they could kill my mother, she was at the front, this fear was always there, despite the fact that quite a lot of relatives remained in omsk and, in general, they were sent to an orphanage. then he went through the musical tuba school. that is, this is such a pipe that is put on a child and the child walks in the pipe there and blows it inflates your lungs in general , well done, although today i have learned to shoot properly for the tenth year and as soon as stalin orders the fascists to go on a campaign, it will not be one step at a time, 12 june forty-one. this poem was published in the regional newspaper, omskaya pravda. he sent me a newspaper. i said mommy. i donated to construction. baby tank bright boy bright boy, lord, i ask at least no need. with a gray cloud,