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Only Mira, the oldest of them, a fifty-year-old Chechen, cried. Suddenly she lost everything she had - the list of worldly values is long and starts with the house. The rest of the girls, girls, women who told me about their destinies did not cry: they did not lose their home, since they never had one, and if something similar was present in their lives, it least of all resembled that same magical home around which human life revolves - they leave it, they return to it.