"Yes, mom, no matter where we go, we are the people of a great country! When we grow up and learn our abilities well, we will come back to continue building our country!" The eldest son Chick cried.

yes.

They are the people of the greatest country in the world.

Now, this greatest country is sick and cannot provide his young people with a good learning environment or his people with job opportunities to support themselves.

"Kids, remember that no matter where our roots are, we are here! We are the great Slavs!"

Urimov burst into tears.

Looking at the red sickle hammer flag fluttering in the wind in the yard, my feet that were stepping outwards were as if they were nailed to the ground.

"Dad, can we take our flag away?"

The youngest daughter Angel asked suddenly.

"Where the national flag is, our country is. In that way, we will never be separated from the motherland, and in that way, we can always look at the motherland..."

Angel's words made Urimov cry out loudly, and a big man squatted on the ground and hugged his head and cried.

Young children don't know that their country is over.

Russia, not the Soviet Union!

Even if their parents are Russian.
Chapter completed!