I had to visit the Temple, erected at the place of the House of Ipatiev, in Yoburg. What the house was like, I don’t need to explain.
He was a witness to the dialogue between a girl selling candles and leaflets for memories (I don’t know how they are called there) and a grandmother – the godfather.

Grandmother: “Oh, daughter, I have to write six more names in my notepad, and there are only five lines. Could I not pick up another leaflet and write the sixth name like this?”

The girl: “What do you, grandmother, the sixth memorial will not come!“!”