XX: Grandfather went through the whole war, connected. Medals were in a box. My father was young and played with them. He told me there was an order in the shape of a star. He was silent, he bended the corners of the star and knocked a hammer into the threshold board. Grandfather did not say anything. With a screwdriver he forged, the corners were straightened, the places with the falling enamel paint were subdued... And then in the box they lay.



YYY: Well it is right. The Iron Medal. And for what he fought, out, runs, bats on boxes, bends medals and scores in boards.



zzz: The tear broke through (without sarcasm).