The dome of the Holodomor-Genocide Museum goes up into the sky. Against the sky, it does not look gloomy. Rather the opposite. From the peaks breathes calm greatness. The shadows of those who died of hunger dissolve in the warm light of the museum building. Somewhere among them is a boy of five years old. In the hungry 30s, he fell asleep forever on the Kharkov sidewalk.

But not now. Herein he is merrily rushing after a butterfly with still warm bread in his hands. A young woman smiles at him. She is ruddy, cheerful and no longer starves to death with a baby at her breast. The museum has become a home for thousands of innocent souls and will remain so as long as people remember...

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