My father on December 31, 1940 at the age of 44 years died. It is possible to consider that on New Year's Eve. Then this day we as at Orthodox Christians, it was not celebrated yet, and – on January 14, to mother had 35 years, me – 7,5, and to the brother there are incomplete 4 years. There was it in the evening. I stood at its bed, especially without realizing that occurs. The grandmother, mother's mother, gave in hands to it a candle. My mother was not at this time of house. She was afraid to watch how he hard died. He was ill about two weeks – caught a cold. Then there was a frosty 40th-degree winter and for my father very adverse time. It had even frost-bitten fingers on a hand. He did not take any medicine.