This is a real story. Many years ago, newspapers wrote about it.
During the war an square arrived with the evacuated children in Tashkent. Among the children was an Estonian boy Leonard. He was about three years old. The children were not given to the children's home, they were distributed by families. I took that white boy too. I asked what your name was. He answered something like the moon. The moon is moon. So they began to call him. years have passed. Lunabai grew up, married, became chairman of the colloquium. Cologne has record cotton harvests. Lunabaja Abdulayev (I do not remember the name, let it be Abdulayev) was awarded the title of Hero of Socialist Labour. This was filmed in a small video in the journal "Chronicle of the day" and shown before the film sessions. Leonard’s Estonian mother was always looking for her son. I didn’t believe it wasn’t. She sent requests to children’s homes, hoping that the child was adopted by good people. During the movie session, she accidentally, neighbors suggested, saw her young husband in the Kremlin being awarded the Golden Star of the Hero. My husband was no longer alive at that time. began to understand. And here Lunabai with the son and gifts of Uzbekistan came to Estonia for a meeting. Lunaba’s son served in the army and spoke Russian well. Mother and son spoke through double translation. Her mother was Estonian, her daughter, Luna's sister, translated into Russian, and Lunaba's son was already Uzbek. A wonderful island! If you count the probability of such a happy ending, it is zero. It is necessary for the child to survive the long evacuation to Tashkent. In order not to become a blind man, did not sleep, but got into a good family. He grew up as a respected man and became a hero. You need to make a movie about him and see this movie in a distant Estonian village. Most importantly, he looked like his father. If this story is filmed, the viewer will not believe the reality. This is a sentimental story for the housewife. But life sometimes turns such stories that no scriptwriter dreamed of.
P.S A touching island. Many years have passed since the publication, and I still remember.