Dad, mom, me and Stalin.

The love story and the story of gap. Human fate, immersed in the most terrible time in human history, the epicenter of the cataclysm era, carrying the decay and death of all living things.
"Dad, mom, me and Stalin". Perhaps one story of the hundreds of thousands. One of the millions. And always only. Carefully documented, and dreadful in his strange, sudden inevitability. And poignantly human. Narrated by the author in detail and very frankly. Because all that seems now far beyond common sense, behind a shaky line between Good and Evil, happened to pop by his mother and by the author in a time when on top of a huge mountain called the USSR towered majestically cruel father and all Stalin.