and what she gave was the same house and the same street where valeryan kharlamov spent his first blockadeinter here in the frozen communal apartment. the children tried together to warm up, the years erased the face from the memory, but not natasha. it's like she's still there outside the window , a small, thin lump of pity. that same potbelly stove was 5 years old. i didn’t understand that the coal jumped out there, or what? something like that. or she flared up a week later, she died for me was a tragedy. lost a friend. i just can not calmly speak, childhood valerian. kharlamov ended up on the train, leningrad bologoye in the summer of his forty-first together with his older sister. grandmother tried to evacuate. when you leave dropped bombs. they managed to get out of the car, but they lost each other for many years of the siege, their relatives were sent deep into the country , back to leningrad, where they remained grandfather and aunt had to. stay alone in the forest, well, there among strangers. i didn't cry. i didn't scream. and where did you all gather in a ball? and somehow he w

and what she gave was the same house and the same street where valeryan kharlamov spent his first blockadenot natasheno. it's like she's still there outside the window , a small, thin lump of pity. that same potbelly stove was 5 years old. i didn't understand that there popped up a charcoal, or what? what it is? or she broke out, and a week later she died for me it was a tragedy to lose a friend. i just can’t calmly talk on the train, leningrad bologoe letostya and her older sister tried to evacuate her grandmother when she was bombed. they managed to get out of the car, but they lost each other for many years, their relatives sent him deep into the country back to leningrad, where his grandfather and aunt remained. to remain alone in the forest with him there among strangers. i don't cried. i didn't scream. and where did you all gather in a ball? and somehow he was only eight then, he will not remember how he celebrated his blockade birthdays and whether he celebrated them at all, but he will remain in his memory for the rest of his life and there were planes and the whistle of an air bom

and what she gave was all the same house and the same street where valeryan kharlamov spent his first blockade winter here in the frozen communal apartment. together the children tried to keep warm, the years erased faces from memory, but not natasha. it's like she's still there outside the window, a small , thin lump of pity. that same potbelly stove was 5 years old. i didn't understand what was there the coal popped up, didn't it? what it is? and she broke out, and a week later she died for me was the tragedy of losing a friend. i just can’t calmly talk and complain on the train, leningrad bologoye in the summer of forty-first with his older sister. grandmother tried to evacuate when bombs were dropped on the train. they managed to get out of the car, but they lost each other for many years of the siege , their relatives sent him inland back to leningrad, where his grandfather and aunt remained . stay alone in the forest, well there among strangers. i did not cry to scream. and where did you all gather in a ball? and somehow he was only eight then, he will not remember how he celebr