My father was a commandant of the Red Army. And who was he when he started his adult life? He was a swineherd. He worked for a land lord in village Ligaty near Kobrin, Brest Oblast. You see. Father herded landlord’s pigs. So he wrote… I have his notes where he tried to write about himself. So he wrote, that the hardest time was when it was raining and all the pigs went to the mud. It cost me a lot. They got into mud. I couldn’t take them out of it, I couldn’t kick them out. So the landlord blew me up. Because I overlooked.