I was six and a half years, and I lived with the soul wide open to meet people, to the great things that always happened and the extraordinary is going to happen in the future, happy that I live, anticipating a new joy, new developments, soaking up the love and knowledge about our beautiful world Then came the war. Everything in my life changed. I was quite different. Four years later, when I returned after the war to Leningrad, I was sitting in the war. And it is this war, knowing about it, stayed with me for a lifetime. Boy Wartime ... With much love to the family. With the firm belief that the next day will be better than the last. With the burning hatred in his heart to an already defeated enemy and, alas, with absolute faith "in a great and wise leader of all people, loved Stalin." The boy, who stole his childhood.