The thought of evacuation filled Tatiana with stomach －churning excitement. Born in 1924, the year of Lenin's death, after the revolution, after the hunger, after the civil war, Tatiana had been born after the worst but before anything good either. She had been born during.
Lifting his black eyes to her, as if measuring her emotions, Deda spoke.“ tanechka, what are you even Thinking?”.
She tried to make her face clam.“ nothing”
“What's going on in that head of yours? It's war. Do you understand?”
“ I understand.”
“ somehow I don＇t think you do.”
