When I was a child, I scrutinized unusual things belonged to my grandfather and grandmother: wooden spools, with the silk threads; tailor scissors, lengths of the thinnest silk, obi, combs.
My grandfather was a naval officer. He served in the Far East from 1934 to 1947. In 1944 he and his family moved from Vladivostok to Sakhalin following a new appointment. From September 1945 family lived in Oodomari in the house of ex-owner of the horse ranch.
“Stay on Sakhalin among surrounding him (my father) Japanese … of course has left a mark in formation of his inner world and moral beginnings”*…
