By ΠΠΎΠ»ΠΏΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ²Π° ΠΠ»ΡΠ³Π° ΠΠ°Π»Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π²Π½Π°
ΠΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ Π½Π° ΡΡΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ, Π½Π΅Π·Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΈΠ±ΠΈΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Π΅, ΠΊΡΠ΄Π° ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΡ ΠΠ°ΡΠΈΠΉΡ ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π²ΡΠ½ΡΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½Π° Π±Π΅ΠΆΠ°ΡΡ Ρ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎΠΌ Π²ΠΎΠΉΠ½Ρ, Π ΠΎΠΆΠ΄Π΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ ΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π²ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ΅Π±Π½ΡΡ ΡΠΈΠ»Ρ. ΠΠ΅ΡΡΠΊΠ°Ρ ΠΏΠ°ΠΌΡΡΡ, ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΎ Ρ ΡΡΠΏΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π²ΠΈΡΡΠ°ΠΆ, Ρ ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠΈ Π²ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Π½ΠΈΠΉ: ΡΡΠ°Π³ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΠΊΠΈΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΡΠ½Π΅Π½ΠΈΠΉ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠ·Π°Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡ ΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄Π΅ΠΆΠ΄ΠΎΠΉ, ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΊΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΈΡ ΠΌΠΈΡ ΡΡΡ Π½ΡΠ». Π’ΡΠΆΡΠ»Π°Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΠΏΡ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ³Π»ΡΡΠ΅Π½Π°, Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΊΠ²ΠΎΠ·Ρ Π½Π΅Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ Π»ΡΡΠΈ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ° β ΡΠΈΡ ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΡ ΡΠ°Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, ΠΌΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΠΏΡΡΠΊΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ΠΉΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π°, Π·Π°Π±ΡΡΡΠ΅ ΠΈΠ³ΡΡ Π² ΡΠ½Π΅Π³Ρ, Ρ ΡΡΠΏΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Ρ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅, Π½Π° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ²ΡΠΉ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄, ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΡΡΡΡ Π½Π΅Π·Π½Π°ΡΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ²Π»ΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅Π΄Π½Π΅Π²Π½ΡΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ 1940-Ρ Π³ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ². ΠΡΠ° ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³Π° β ΠΏΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΊΠ°Π· ΠΎ ΡΠΈΠ»Π΅ Π΄ΡΡ Π°, ΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠΉΠΊΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΠΈ, ΠΎ ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ°Π΄ΠΎΡΡΡ Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ Π² ΡΠ°ΠΌΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠΌΠ½ΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π°.
Even in the harsh, unfamiliar Siberian landscape, where Mariyka's family was forced to flee with the onset of war, Christmas held its magical power. Childhood memory, like a delicate stained-glass window, preserves only fragments: glimpses of parental explanations, laced with pain and hope, attempts to understand why their world had crumbled. The heavy tread of history is muted, but rays of light break through β quiet moments of joy, fleeting bursts of family warmth, forgotten games in the snow, fragile images that, at first glance, seem insignificant, yet bring to life the everyday reality of the 1940s. This book is a poignant tale of the strength of the human spirit, the endurance of family, and the ability to find joy even in the darkest of times.