My mother was born in 1937. In 1941, she saved the lives of herself and her mother. And also to me, my sister and all the next generations, and that I hope to the damn how many lives. She just pulled off the ropes on her shoes. began to fall. She cried, began to crawl. The bomb shelter in which they fled was under a seven-story building of bourgeois times. The German bomb passed all these floors and exploded in a bomb shelter. And my grandmother has never rushed her mom when she tied her ropes.