The road from the station passed through lgnatievo, then swerved near the farm we had lived on each summer before the war, and through a dense oak forest went on as far as Tomshino.
Usually we spotted our people as soon as they appeared from behind a bush in the mid-field. If he turned from the bush towards our house, then it’s father.
If not, it meant it was not father and that father would never come.


Date: October 2014