About the book: year / Memories of childhood in a city that no longer exists. Modern Kokshetau bears little resemblance to that good old one-story Kokchetav... But the memory will remain forever. “The city’s development was one-story, the streets were wide, straight, lined with poplars. Lilacs and yellow acacia bloomed thickly in the front gardens. So the town would have remained dormant for another fifty years…»