And I'll say, once, well, now I’ve remembered how the creak struck me. I arrived, we stopped to measure the radiation, and the children’s swing creaked, such a sound … in silence, such a creak, I turned around, Vita, and saw that the swings was swinging, but there are no children there ... the playground is empty ... We are so much used to seeing the children's playground, where the children are climbing there, shouting, yelling, their moms hush them down, and here there is only silence, and here you see the carousel swing, the swing is swingings and the creak is like: squeak-squeak-squeak, yes ...