Description
My first realization that something peculiar and very terrible had happened in Russia occurred in the future at the same time as I used to be sitting at the floor of our salon and drawing a picture of an imaginary “firebird.” I had heard the word Bolsheviks repeatedly, but it surely had no meaning for me. my father rushed in and took my mother into his arms. He whispered something in her ear and she broke into tears. Right away I used to be gathered into his arms and our small circle of relatives went to our Russian church.