This story was told to me in the museum. I'll tell you later, otherwise it won't be interesting :)

A young man lived in a small Siberian town. Young, 30, sports, ideas and everything with him. He worked in the factory, studied and led an ideologically literate lifestyle.
But he had one big dream - of course blue, unrealistic - he really wanted to find his mother. He no longer expected to find his dad, he felt that he was no longer there, but he wanted to find his mom, his mom. But where can you find a mother when you are the son of the enemy of the people? The boy at the age of 3 got into a nursery, where he was given a different name and surname, and the old data was classified and subsequently destroyed. There was no connection between him and his family. The only thing he remembered from his "old life" was that they lived in a big city, around high buildings, and his mother was called Luba. And yes, he remembered one moment that confused everyone to whom he told him, and that he had already learned to write off on childish fantasies. He remembered he was going to the kindergarten with his mother in the elevator! This is the kindergarten in the elevator.
And he remembered that they were not going down, but going up.
Of course, no one has ever heard of such a kindergarten, and the guy himself has already become accustomed to the thought that the past cannot be returned.
Years went by, the guy learned and, as they say, got into the stream - in the early Brezhnevsky time he grew up to the chief engineer of the factory, and went to advance not just to where, but to the capital.
It was a summer day, Saturday, it was hot on the street, and the guy decided to ride a river tram. Next to him stood a grandfather, very intelligent and conversational. Having learned that the man (and he was already over 30) had never been in the capital, the old man began to conduct him an extensive tour of the places that they swam. Here on the left they swam through the pool "Moscow", and on the left was the gray grove of the famous "House on the Riverside". The old man, obviously familiar with the local life, began to paint the sweet life of the inhabitants of this house, and when the river tram was almost equal to the Kremlin, the old man pointed to the man on a piece of the body of the back of the house, which rose in the form of a superstructure and said: See this superstructure? It is the only kindergarten in the Soviet Union that is on the roof. There are children in the elevator.
Man, what about you? The heart? The Doctor!
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Further, there were endless inquiries of tenants, associated with a considerable risk (the house only stopped being tightly guarded for a couple of years), and the miracle still happened - the mother of Luba, who survived many years of camps, was found in the usual Moscow public office.