I remember it like it was yesterday. In the year of 1941, when I was only a teenager about the age of seventeen, German troops came to invade Leningrad. Hundreds of people evacuated the city to be far and safe from these invaders. One night I fought with my mother. The reason? She wanted me to move with my family so I can be safe, but I did not want too. I felt that I was a man that had to defend my city, which was Leningrad. To me my city was a big deal. It was the city of workers who built tanks and rifles for the Red Army. If I did not stay to defend my city, what chance would Russia have without the city of Leningrad. I was a firefighter so I did not see how it was necessary for my mother to argue with me to leave Leningrad because it was to “dangerous”. My sister Taisya and my mother both wanted me to go with them to leave the city to be safe, but I just could not leave my city. The next morning my mother and sister left Leningrad and it took them around three weeks to get to safety. My mom sent me a later telling my how horrible and tiring her journey was and it made me feel guilty, but I also knew it was better with them gone.
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