If you gaze long enough into the opening of the tank's muzzle and make a wish, it will definitely come true, – thought a little boy whose father was missing at the front. More than anything else in the world he wanted his father to come home alive. Every day he came to this burned tank in the central square of his town, raised on tiptoe and with his eyes wide open, he whispered his most cherished wish. Then he would stare into the hole and wait until his eyes began to tire. But there was always only black emptiness before his eyes... And yet one day he saw it...