Happiness is a philosophical concept, and every family has its own HAPPINESS. Happiness in our family was SASHENKA.

Sasha was borne on July 16th, 1989, in the city of Karaganda, in Kazakhstan.

We awaited her birth with such impatience. We were filled with a feeling of happiness and pride, which comes giving birth to a new person on Earth. A new time began in our family, the time of Sashenka's growth and maturation.

We were joyful at her first little tooth, her first baby steps, and her first word. A feeling of pride enveloped us when Sasha, at 3 years of age, learned the alphabet and read her first words.

From an early age she was a life-loving and cheerful child. Everything interested her. First, she loved having books endlessly read to her, and then she began to read to herself. She especially loved to read books on history, or about great journeys. Thus inspired, Sasha would tell all about countries and their cities, about museums, music that she loved, theater, and painting. It was always interesting to discuss her new knowledge with her. Through Sasha's prism of perception, everything known became so bright, so unforgettable, and so new. We delighted in it all with her.

Sasha wrote stories, poems, and thought up games. Her great passion was the computer.

Sasha’s appearance was that of a tender, frail little girl, but she adored bicycle riding, roller skating, and skateboarding. Riding bikes with adults, she traveled about the entire city. She entertained everyone on the ride with her love of nature, and she loved riding to our dacha. And, of course, she loved animals, especially cats, dogs, and horses.

But the most surprising love that Sasha had was for people. Even at only 13 years of age, she already had a strong, winning personality, which was never indifferent, and knew when to bear responsibility for others. Her classmates said: "Sasha had lots of friends, and she never quarreled with anyone, ever. We called her the 'lawyer', because she’d solve not just our class conflicts, but other classes, and we followed her advice, and even her decisions. She knew how to solve any problem. Because of this, she was greatly respected in the school."

And certainly, one cannot fail to speak about her love for her parents and friends. Somehow, she loved them each their own way. She was so tender, and in this so very, very strong. We looked on her as everyone's child, and friend. She would find a warm word for everyone, and wanted to care for all of us all in our old age. We were very happy with her.

We have now been deprived of our happiness. They took away our Sasha. Now all that remains is the pain of loss, and the MEMORY of this amazingly bright, thirteen year old girl.

Who will answer for this??

No one wants to answer!