I watched a parade on the red square on television. The child had a lot of questions. Dad answered them carefully. Then I came and the child began to share with me the information received: "War is when people kill each other, offend. I was not there when there was war and there was no Pasha. And there was no daddy, and there were no grandmothers." Then she thought for a couple of minutes and gave out: "The bad people came to offend us, they looked - and we were not. We are out"