The most strenuous thing when you think - what we are poor, I carry for my brother, or neighbors, Mom, Daddy don't buy anything, I don't give for ice cream cakes, for potatoes every week to grandmother ride on two buses to the village, work forever, help something...

And when you get thirty and you realize that you have already survived your father for three years, you suddenly realize what kind of child was then, how much your parents survived, so that you, ungrateful, grew up as a non-drinking, uncompromising man, received education and upbringing and all. And all - you are sitting on your ass with your softness and you are like a thunder, because there is no one to thank, no one to talk to as a man with a man...