[It was late evening, and I was having my supper. A long day's work in the field gives one a pleasant tiredness, a feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment, and a voracious appetite.] The door opened; in the doorway stood a Rumanian soldier."Sevka! It's you! Thank goodness!" "I'm not so sure that this is goodness…" [My cousin Seva had joined the Rumanian Artillery as a volunteer after leaving agricultural college, and being a clever fellow he quickly rose to the rank of sergeant. When Soviet tanks suddenly appeared and caught them by surprise, the officers all ran away. At the Rumanian border Seva handed over his artillery unit to an officer and asked for permission to… desert! "Did I do the right thing?" "Of course, very reasonable! You are a Russian, so this is your home."]