tsk tsk poor boy. I save my pity for the victims of the pogroms. I once asked my grandma what was the greatest day of her life, hoping she'd say the birth of my mother and instead she said the day the tsar & his family were killed.
Depends on one's perspective. Grandma escaped with the clothes on her back & money sewed into her clothes, on the run from tsar Nicholas' favorite friends the cossacks.