The Childhood Years of Bagrov's Grandson (Chapters)

"I don’t even know if it’s possible to fully trust everything my memory has preserved. If I remember events that truly happened, then they can be called memories—not only of childhood, but even of infancy. Of course, I remember nothing in a connected sequence; yet many cases still live in my memory with all the vividness of colors, with all the liveliness of what happened just yesterday. When I was about three or four, I used to tell people around me that I remembered how I was taken away from the nurse and fed… Everyone laughed at my stories and assured me that I must have heard them from my mother or the nanny, and thought they were things I’d seen myself…"