📗 While living at home, I especially loved the evening when all went and was quiet. Only in the kitchen light was on - a woman with her mother completed the final cleaning, and from there through the curtains into a dark room fell cozy strip of light. Muffled voices through the kitchen came the gentle light slumber... If I had a premonition that the house will soon forever disappear from my life, I would probably try to remember every wall, every crack in it, each petal in the garden, and every piece of land in garden... "The terrible diagnosis, betrayal family, children's home and boarding horrors. Tamara Cheremnova overcome even what we are afraid to think.