About the book: year / Their names and surnames were translated from Cyrillic to Latin according to the transcription rules of this country. But there is no longer a middle name, although the Fatherland, which is nearby, warms the soul with memories and evokes sadness with the unreality of return. And when they come to the officials, the first thing they are asked for is a personal code. Numbers with their date of birth, a number in the registry are with them forever, an invisible tattoo on their left wrist. These are the rules of the country in which they found themselves for various reasons. There are many of them, old people. The children have left for prosperous countries and are unlikely to return, because the grandchildren of these old people were born there. It’s not so easy to visit your grandchildren - it’s troublesome and expensive. They see each other only occasionally. The trees dry up without roots. The participants in this story are connected by family and friendly ties - Son-in-law, Grandfather, Daughter, Granddaughter, Great-granddaughter, Nieces. Mistress, Work Friend... And also - invisible threads with the Motherland. Old age is not eternal. Eternity has no old age. Old people pass away in different ways. They leave quietly. From life, but not from memory. Author