“We woke up in smoke, it was already hard to breathe. The children were coughing, choking, screaming in fear. I pushed everyone towards the door like crazy. Our apartment was burning! One could see it even from the street. People in the yard were shouting: “The house is burning!” When we found ourselves in the street, I suddenly noticed that Basil was not there. He was upstairs in the burning room! I was on my knees asking fervently: “My God, I beg you! My son is there, please let them take him out of there! Please, please, save him!”