The person who wasn’t born the Cossack, couldn’t become the Cossack even if he lived there all his life. It was bitterly and ridiculously for my grandfather to observe how the people having nothing in common with the Cossacks, speak at meetings demanding to revive the Cossack privileges and the right to an autonomy for the Cossack lands. After a couple of visits to the meetings he delivered his verdict: They are just another crooks to gain power and money. They don’t care about the Don Cossacks. They are thinking only about money. After this he lost any interest in social life, presented his cossack lash to me and fiddled with his bees. He traded honey, took me on a fishing trips and refused to talk about the Cossacks. Then I had left my native places and went to study in Moscow. Next time I have arrived already at the funeral of my grandfather. For many years I didn’t think about my ancestors. Only at the age of fifty I more and more often began to recall my grandfather’s words. I’ll try to answer every questions that visitors may have via social media networks, and emails. I hope to turn it into a community based site where readers will be able to discuss history and modern problems of the Don Cossacks. If you do not find something on my site, use the contact form to suggest me.