It was a long time ago, when there were no routes and people were often travelling along the way... I went by car from Volgograd to Moscow, on a business trip. On the "cross" in Ilovl stands an elderly woman with flowers and cake, of course stopped, asked..."Where? So far away, straight away, not reaching Mikhailovki! My son’s birthday is coming to him. And all the way she told him how good he was... As she said, not coming to the city, asks to stop. I say, let me wait until the son comes... “Yes, he’s out!” The cross is worth... How at that moment I wanted to turn home, to my mother...