Native, my dear, full of friends town Vishgorod disappeared from the back window▓s view of ⌠Pazik■. I grieved for it so long time. Till Pripyat forced it out of my heart. I wanted to cry, tears were as a lump in my throat. There, in Vishgorod my six year old life was left. We went long; a bus was full of things gained by parents while knocking about building power plants of USSR It was my first move.

I don▓t remember how we were going, how we arrived, what we did. I just remember that parents were talking loudly, but in a whisper all the night and I couldn▓t sleep trying to understand what they were talking about┘It was dark┘we were sleeping on the floor, surrounded by the unsorted stuff.

In the morning, me √ in traditional hare cap with ear-flaps, off-size coat, scarf that closes mouth in order not to get a cold, runs under beaver lamb collar and tied in a bungle behind. I am standing on the porch of the house, which will become later the house number 6 on the Lenin Street. I am standing horrified. A field, snow-covered field, there is my future house behind, and now it is just a hateful concrete box. On the right hand there is more hateful box-house, very long and disgusting. Later on it will be a house at the Druzhbi Narodov Street. In front a small village could be seen (later I get to know that it is Semihody).

On the left hand there are two big trees; behind them was a forest - big, huge forest. One more such tree was before Semihody.

Later I get to know that those trees are wild pear-trees which will become native for me. Later they will grow not in a field, but in a town. Two of them will be in kindergartens of the second micro district, and third tree √ near the ▒■Prometheus■ cinema. Later those fruits will lead to the soreness of my mouth. And exactly those pears it will be interesting to throw to the visitors of the cinema from 17^th row┘

All this will be later. And now I feel only emptiness, cold and loneliness. ..I have never felt such a cold like this before. This day when I saw my beloved town for the first time, the town of my FUTURE CHILDHOOD, town of my first Love, I didn▓t feel anything except cold; it was so cold that day┘