Or take that ill-famed famine. It was designated a famine and it became a famine. And my late parents were innocent of it.
Although life in peacetime had long since come into its own, I wished someone would issue me with a specific order, to tell me to forget the Vorobeichik case, to forget the mud being slung at me by all kinds of petty persons, primarily Jews, to forget that I would have to rake over the past and peer far into the future to see what lay ahead.
Yet no-one but myself could give that order. It couldn’t even occur to anyone else in the world.
And so, I returned to Chernigov. Lyubochka was pleased to see me.
Gannusya kept flinging herself at me, saying:
“Daddy, Daddy! I love you, Daddy.”
Only four and a bit but she knew what family love was.
I explained my sudden arriv
