They are not born racists
I never remembered this case and suddenly remembered: in Kizlyar, where I was in the specialdoma, my father returned from the front, and my life changed dramatically. Before that, he wandered around, traded in the markets, begged, stole, and then he suddenly grew up in his own eyes, I had a father, a front -line soldier, and protection for life. My friend-classmate Vitka Ioffe lived with his mother in the house on the outskirts of the city. Vitkina Mom worked as an accountant.