There were 12 of them. And they also wanted to live. They wanted to rejoice life, each solar day, springtime which has already come. They wanted to see, how their children would grow up, how the life was improving in their native Republic, as it has been gaining independence and liberty, and later on also the acknowledgment. But they did not live till this time. They had been prevented from it. Exactly twenty years ago 12 men were brutally fagged out and buried alive by the Georgian fascists. That was the payment for their ossetian origin. The youngest of them was 17 years old... He had not even time to understand, how strong the hate of our south neighbours to the all ossetian was. He had no time to understand, but had felt on himself, how people, like him, like us, wrested his hand and leg, pricked out his eyes, cauterized his body with blowtorch. Surely he regretted that he had born on this "white" world. The people, who had been thirsting for the ossetian blood so much had not left these 12 ossetians any desire to live ,having had tested on them all the tortures, one only could invented.