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Home, family, blooming pomegranates, children's adventures. One day, all this will be swept away by the Second World War. And the next day, after so many losses, it turns out that being a Crimean Tatar is a sentence. Hasty deportation, weeks in cargo boxes, even heavier losses, an unwelcoming new place of residence, and hard work. Memories of the lost Crimea. How to find meaning, strength to live, and faith in people?