On August 19, 1991, I met in the writing house of creativity - Maleevka. On that day, my ticket ended, and I was going to Moscow, where things were waiting for me. The wife and little grandson remained for another period, and I left. Things were collected in the evening, the car was ordered at ten in the morning: I was going to go immediately after breakfast. Usually I wake up at eight hours. But that morning, some kind of power raised me two hours earlier.