When I was a little boy not much time has passed since the end of WWII. Many cities stood in ruins, not being able to recover from ruins consequences of artillery fire and bombing completely. There were not enough places to live.
My parents and I lived in a little room in a house that reminded an army barrack. There was no central heating and the room was warmed up by an oven, similar to the one you see on the picture below, but without the pretty ornament. The room had enough space to place there a folding bed. That's where my parents slept, while I slept on a flat surface of the oven.
The over was heated with firewood that we kept in a shed. My place on the top of the oven was the warmest.
One day my dad from home a little box, from which I heard some peep. When he opened the box here came two chicks: yellow and black. They were charming and lat first they lived with me on the top of the stove.
The black chick soon died choking on a long thread, but the yellow grew and became a good and very large chicken. We called her Tsypa.
She lived in a shed and every day produced eggs, which I had to drink raw, which at that time it was thought to be very healthy. Not sure about the healing qualities of raw eggs, but that was the only food that I didn't like.
Eventually, someone stole Tsypa. It was still times when there was not enough food. Parents hid it from me though. They told me that Tsypa got married and went to live with her husband. At the time it seemed logical. )))
