Biography: Young Commander, Memories of the Salt Disaster:

"I was exactly seven years old, and my home was still in the lord's mansion in the town, and we had a cosy little courtyard, a cozy little attic, and a gentle mother. My family wanted to send me to Sunday school, and I was very unhappy, so I tried to find embarrassment for my family. For this reason, my parents promised a lot of benefits, and I reluctantly agreed.

I remember it was a hazy morning, the big bell on the street rang, and my mother hurriedly dressed me and wanted to take me away. I was struggling reluctantly, and my dad in the army suddenly came back in a rare way. He pulled my clothes on, hugged me, and dragged my mother out of the house.

It was the morning of the collapse of the world, and from the northern part of the principality, the earth was like rolling waves, constantly surging, whistling, and crumbling. Dad rode a horse and took me and Mom with him. As he ran down the street, he shouted, "Hurry up and run south, the world is over."

Later, I heard from my father that the disaster began in the capital of the Northland, where there is another county from us. Hearing the news of the collapse of the earth, the Grand Duke ordered his army to protect him and quickly withdraw to a neighboring country. Father refused the Grand Duke's orders, ran back to the territory on horseback alone, rang the bells of the city, and fled with us.

I will never forget that early morning, when the sand rose on the earth, and all the monsters were galloping, running with us, full of anxious creatures, and everywhere there were people fleeing, who had no horses, and who were left behind. Our horse had been running for several hours when suddenly his front hooves fell to his knees, his hooves were injured and he could not get up again.

My father carried me on his shoulders, pulled my mother, and continued to run. As she tried to run forward, her mother said, "Fried, you take Goethe first, and I'll follow soon." My father didn't agree. After a while, the mother said, "Run, Fried, you are the strongest man, and only you can run through this white sand." ”

I leaned on my father's shoulder, looked back, and saw the boundless wind and sand rolling, forming a rare white column of wind, behind us, swooping down on us. The father turned his head to look behind him and shouted to his mother, "Rowling, I will miss you." With that, he let go of his mother's hand and carried me forward.

I saw my mother running hard in the endless wind and sand behind us, saying words of encouragement and waving at us, which was the last shot in the sand. ”