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First the Red Army came to my village, then the Germans. By 1942, twelve members of my family were dead. But childhood didn't stop being one big game

I have done no research on the subject of childhood and death. But I have thought about it a lot. Before the war came I had only seen one death, one dead person. Then in the course of one winter I saw dozens, hundreds of dead people, including my mother, my brother, my grandmother, my aunt and her husband, and their son… Death stalked my childhood, was mistress of it, doing whatever she liked to my sanity. I cannot be sure what effect it had on me. Of course, it was not my fate alone; it befell many children like…

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