I was talking to my grandmother today.
She is staying home all day, writing, reading, TV, at 89.
And it's been like this since I remember.
Sometimes she says:
In 1941 my three uncles left for the Second World War,
At the first day, June 22, in the evening.
Now I don't remember anything much, don't remember how they looked ...
Only, how they hugged me, each of them,
And told "study good Irka".
