Past, especially my mother's brothers, I never forgot. But before it subsided in me, the last ten years I think about him constantly, and I can see at a glance. They were all very cohesive and surprisingly motivated to develop, but, of course, all different. Cyril was the eldest, followed by Volodya, Sasha, Bob (1895), Luba, Kolya, Mom (1900). Home was a lot of books, the brothers enjoyed a posh library in the old building Zhmerinka station, which burned during the war. In his book "Our Secrets"...