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Great-grandmother Vera was born in 2011, but she didn’t remember the revolution. However, she often recalled the bandits who put a gun to her temple. You don’t forget such things. Maybe it was in the post-war years, who knows, or the gangs that operated in the 1920s. They say they came to the village, entered the house, and it was very scary.

I still remember great-grandmother’s house: a round table in the middle of the room, glass windows in the corridor when leaving the house, and a wide yard, as if inviting to come in or drive in. On the wall hung remarkable ancient clocks with a chime, seemingly French from pre-revolutionary years, in a wooden carved frame. When great-grandfather died, they stopped on their own and never ticked again; it was as if they lived – the owner died, and they died with him. Perhaps the soul lives everywhere, in clocks, in places where one lived, in the native house. Great-grandmother took these clocks when she sold the house in the village. They were hung on the wall. They didn’t tick, but they fit beautifully into the interior and pleased the eye.