Irina Makarevich. Mom. Lev Ivanovich. Musya
Posted 01-09-2011 at 00:15 by Вадим Алексеев
For me the central figure has always been a mom, because my father can remember is bad, we were familiar to nine years. Vera P. Makarevich, a provincial girl, came to Moscow from Zhmerinka, but I have always perceived as the Moscow-educated women. Mom was not too educated, but very intelligent, spiritual organization she was fine. She knew the Russian classics, the theater, always sat down at the instrument, even after the terrible in war, work, and always sang the chamber thing. If she did not know of a literary work, it knew its atmosphere and surroundings. In Moscow, my mother talked to wonderful people, in letters addressed to her serious ladies. In her first husband, Leo Ivanovitch Onishchik, has been a tremendous amount of friends in artistic circles. My mother was a fan of Maria Petrovna Maksakova always went to her concerts. My spiritual fulfillment in many ways from her mother. My mother has always been a bigger authority. On the one hand there was a strict, the other much missed.
Lev Ivanovich treated her as a girl of the 19th century - contained, holil, entertained and taught. My mother was a bit like Chekhov's The Grasshopper - provincial schoolgirl, spoiled by the attention. Effeminate woman with amazing hair, who studied at Gandolfo on fortepianah and asked to bring her Brussels lace, kid shoes, embroidered hats and gloves. Lev Ivanovich dressed her like a queen. They met in a revolution at the end of the 18th, somewhere in the dance, when my mother had just graduated from high school. Lev Ivanovich, born in Mogilev and Brest-Litovsk, he built the railroad, lived in the car and walked to her house. After he was constantly stuck in Zhmerinka - that he was there to? Love! Their writing is difficult to compare - he wrote a year and a number, and she as a woman, no. Aunt Musya, my mother's closest friend, has worked in the library, and he sent a letter through her.
July 26, 1920: "Vera, my dear, good, my dear! I do not want you leaving from Zhmerinka. I want you to see and do everything to come to Zhmerinka. I still can not realize, what I need from Vera, but Vera I need very much needed. And I fear that she would leave, and I see her again. Feel. The belief that something good came into my life, before which all the former seem insignificant, small and insignificant. And by the way, I do not want a lot of faith - do not want intimacy, I do not want what I can give others. I knew that giving you the last night in Zhmerinka, I always pushed myself to Valentine, and yet he could not act otherwise, though I liked Val, and once I decided to live with it, and do not regret it. Write once, the train departs, Vera. Wait! Soon I'll be in Zhmerinka. Lion. "
And around another civil war is coming! She told me how his brothers came and saw from the balcony of Makhno, they lived in the center, the capital. But in none of these letters, she writes about war as a woman - "what an elegant officer." In Zhmerinka changed Makhno, Petlyura, Poles, Bolsheviks, but my mother most of all praised the Austrians - a girl she falls in love easily, but this elegant, handsome officers, mazurka danced in the Spa Hall!
August 3, 1920: "I'm afraid Faith, you were not in Zhmerinka, I want to ask you not to go anywhere and I can not say for certain when I get in Zhmerinka, in any case, before the 10th does not succeed, but there is much hope, unless something happens special. Tired of horribly Kazyatin. So you want your affection, sometimes clearly see you, your inquiring look serious, sometimes from him terribly, from your eyes, as well as from any touching of another's soul. I want to be closer to that soul has ceased to be a stranger, understood. Not curiosity pulls me to you, and hope. Faith, my dear, I know how fragile it is on your side, because there are no miracles, and any sense of growing slowly, in good conditions. I absolutely can not give these conditions, my dear, he need them, because I'm wild and tame to me. Vera. You do not know, you're beautiful, you're good, and as I have to be careful. In order not to spoil your life. Probably the best, Vera, is to get away from you, but I can not do that much good will go out of my life. Indeed, fear of misfortune - happiness is not in sight. Forgive my cowardice, faith, life is brutal, and we should not indulge in fear ».
Here mom finished the verses, his handwriting," wrote lay »:
Again, like gold in the autumn garden
Again what dreams scope
do not want to feel sorry about the dream evening
sad autumn so gentle eyes ...
«... life is the team I was very bad, life is not landscaped, and a lot of work boring. There are two kontorschitsy-Lett, one personal, work and laugh all the time, and the other does not work. Was in the garden on the music and remembered the Faith, a musical, and I immediately wanted to be together. I have a neighbor on the coupe, Berezkin, very solid man, a teacher of higher technical college, a very fat, high in the gold-rimmed glasses. With him go steal apples and potatoes, too, because we do not. All he is doing a very serious look, even indecent speech also says seriously. Faith with the team leader met with two ladies, but just no good, totally uninteresting, primitive. All life is permeated by one, I want to Zhmerinka, Vera. Wait for me, my dear. Your Levchik. Kazyatin-12, a railway gang. "
In another letter he wrote in great detail, like going from Zhmerinka in Moscow, and the commissioners sharashat train with his surplus-beaten and taken away food from the Ukrainians. Writes a lot about my mother's parents, who visited four times in Zhmerinka - my grandmother was a strict rule and was worried about the seriousness of the groom, to ask about his family in Moscow.
Institute of Transportation Engineers Leo graduated in 1927, the year, and he was sent to study in Germany. The first time my mother went to Germany with him. The second time did not seem to be gone for a visa. My mother told me about Germany is not enough. He wrote enthusiastically about a stunning specialist in the field of masonry, which went to school, "I'm leaving for tomorrow in Munich, is a victory, you can not imagine to whom I am going to the great scientist!". He also wrote to her from Germany, "I sent you the money, grabs you? Spend it, buy yourself clothes! In Zhmerinka not delayed, still travel to Moscow, you are waiting for this and this. "
Now, I think a lot, why is it that my mother had left Leo Ivanovitch. My mother remembered his whole life, but when I asked why they broke up, she replied through clenched teeth: "He developed a different woman." She learned that Leo was German, and decided to have a lover, or vice versa - he learned and started? Lev Ivanovich "was responsible for" our family, it seems that he loved my mother. He gave her his room. He gave his father a job. When his father died, Lev Ivanovich always come to us. During the war, the bell rang at the door (we had three calls), and was a Lev Ivanovich, took off his hat, and I remember his soft, shy, surprisingly good witch smile: "Vera ...".
Musial
best friend mom's gymnasium Moussya Maria Andreyevna Greschenko, married to the commander of the 1st Cossack regiment of hearts in the future, the corps commander Pyotr Grigoryev, who was shot in November, 37 - in the case of Yakir. Gen. Alexander Gorbatov intercede for one another from the Civil War at the rally, and he was imprisoned. Nothing is admitted at the beginning of the war was launched, and after the war and immediately called her daughter Moussya Svetlana to her Moscow apartment in a huge Nikitsky Gate, a suite of ten rooms. All were exported from Germany, one room occupied by the Gothic furniture black wood, as in a German castle, hung from the table like a tablecloth made of wood, were carved flowers and deer, a large number of deer antlers. He himself was a simple man of conscience, but his wife, Nina, was a prim lady of the nobility. When I came to, it is important to come out of their apartments, "Hello, girl!". Musya was sitting in my room - my mother, of course, dependents would not have gone, too proud, was but Musya helped them, led by domestic workers, had lunch together. My mother and I went to Moses, when Gorbatov was not home, and only once was invited to dinner together. Tall, broad-shouldered guy came in his uniform, without any orders. Show me the books in the library chic - a small room was filled with all the books. I remember when I was struck by a library, where I learned a lot of what - Musya secretly gave me these books. Son they have been useless, dangling somewhere and did not want to work.
I was a great Musi low contralto, her mother a high mezzo-soprano, and they sang duets. Musya was a believer and sang in the choir of the cathedral Elokhovskiy, was a great contest. To her often come to Ukraine priests, but take it from them Gorbatov could not, and walked towards us. I remember, came from Vinnitsa tall, blue-eyed father, Nicholas - of priests then remained rock - give me money for "all the most delicious" and I ran to the Pipe in a luxury shop "Fish" with a huge aquarium in the shop windows. Once he gave me money and I poshili suit. Musi have had a brother Gregory, he too came, to meet with Uncle Volodya. She asks where something went to college, then married a modest lame man, the child was born, and returned to Vinnitsa Musya. I've been there, but I have lived in Musina older sister. In wealthy homes there with large windows and beautiful gardens with pears and plums. Daughter's sister, Lyuba, nice blonde, was married to a big nkvdeshnikom, and lived in their main house in the Lubyanka. Lyuba then planted, nkvdeshnik supported, "yes, the wife of a spy." Musya mother survived and after her death, wrote to me already.
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Lev Ivanovich treated her as a girl of the 19th century - contained, holil, entertained and taught. My mother was a bit like Chekhov's The Grasshopper - provincial schoolgirl, spoiled by the attention. Effeminate woman with amazing hair, who studied at Gandolfo on fortepianah and asked to bring her Brussels lace, kid shoes, embroidered hats and gloves. Lev Ivanovich dressed her like a queen. They met in a revolution at the end of the 18th, somewhere in the dance, when my mother had just graduated from high school. Lev Ivanovich, born in Mogilev and Brest-Litovsk, he built the railroad, lived in the car and walked to her house. After he was constantly stuck in Zhmerinka - that he was there to? Love! Their writing is difficult to compare - he wrote a year and a number, and she as a woman, no. Aunt Musya, my mother's closest friend, has worked in the library, and he sent a letter through her.
July 26, 1920: "Vera, my dear, good, my dear! I do not want you leaving from Zhmerinka. I want you to see and do everything to come to Zhmerinka. I still can not realize, what I need from Vera, but Vera I need very much needed. And I fear that she would leave, and I see her again. Feel. The belief that something good came into my life, before which all the former seem insignificant, small and insignificant. And by the way, I do not want a lot of faith - do not want intimacy, I do not want what I can give others. I knew that giving you the last night in Zhmerinka, I always pushed myself to Valentine, and yet he could not act otherwise, though I liked Val, and once I decided to live with it, and do not regret it. Write once, the train departs, Vera. Wait! Soon I'll be in Zhmerinka. Lion. "
And around another civil war is coming! She told me how his brothers came and saw from the balcony of Makhno, they lived in the center, the capital. But in none of these letters, she writes about war as a woman - "what an elegant officer." In Zhmerinka changed Makhno, Petlyura, Poles, Bolsheviks, but my mother most of all praised the Austrians - a girl she falls in love easily, but this elegant, handsome officers, mazurka danced in the Spa Hall!
August 3, 1920: "I'm afraid Faith, you were not in Zhmerinka, I want to ask you not to go anywhere and I can not say for certain when I get in Zhmerinka, in any case, before the 10th does not succeed, but there is much hope, unless something happens special. Tired of horribly Kazyatin. So you want your affection, sometimes clearly see you, your inquiring look serious, sometimes from him terribly, from your eyes, as well as from any touching of another's soul. I want to be closer to that soul has ceased to be a stranger, understood. Not curiosity pulls me to you, and hope. Faith, my dear, I know how fragile it is on your side, because there are no miracles, and any sense of growing slowly, in good conditions. I absolutely can not give these conditions, my dear, he need them, because I'm wild and tame to me. Vera. You do not know, you're beautiful, you're good, and as I have to be careful. In order not to spoil your life. Probably the best, Vera, is to get away from you, but I can not do that much good will go out of my life. Indeed, fear of misfortune - happiness is not in sight. Forgive my cowardice, faith, life is brutal, and we should not indulge in fear ».
Here mom finished the verses, his handwriting," wrote lay »:
Again, like gold in the autumn garden
Again what dreams scope
do not want to feel sorry about the dream evening
sad autumn so gentle eyes ...
«... life is the team I was very bad, life is not landscaped, and a lot of work boring. There are two kontorschitsy-Lett, one personal, work and laugh all the time, and the other does not work. Was in the garden on the music and remembered the Faith, a musical, and I immediately wanted to be together. I have a neighbor on the coupe, Berezkin, very solid man, a teacher of higher technical college, a very fat, high in the gold-rimmed glasses. With him go steal apples and potatoes, too, because we do not. All he is doing a very serious look, even indecent speech also says seriously. Faith with the team leader met with two ladies, but just no good, totally uninteresting, primitive. All life is permeated by one, I want to Zhmerinka, Vera. Wait for me, my dear. Your Levchik. Kazyatin-12, a railway gang. "
In another letter he wrote in great detail, like going from Zhmerinka in Moscow, and the commissioners sharashat train with his surplus-beaten and taken away food from the Ukrainians. Writes a lot about my mother's parents, who visited four times in Zhmerinka - my grandmother was a strict rule and was worried about the seriousness of the groom, to ask about his family in Moscow.
Institute of Transportation Engineers Leo graduated in 1927, the year, and he was sent to study in Germany. The first time my mother went to Germany with him. The second time did not seem to be gone for a visa. My mother told me about Germany is not enough. He wrote enthusiastically about a stunning specialist in the field of masonry, which went to school, "I'm leaving for tomorrow in Munich, is a victory, you can not imagine to whom I am going to the great scientist!". He also wrote to her from Germany, "I sent you the money, grabs you? Spend it, buy yourself clothes! In Zhmerinka not delayed, still travel to Moscow, you are waiting for this and this. "
Now, I think a lot, why is it that my mother had left Leo Ivanovitch. My mother remembered his whole life, but when I asked why they broke up, she replied through clenched teeth: "He developed a different woman." She learned that Leo was German, and decided to have a lover, or vice versa - he learned and started? Lev Ivanovich "was responsible for" our family, it seems that he loved my mother. He gave her his room. He gave his father a job. When his father died, Lev Ivanovich always come to us. During the war, the bell rang at the door (we had three calls), and was a Lev Ivanovich, took off his hat, and I remember his soft, shy, surprisingly good witch smile: "Vera ...".
Musial
best friend mom's gymnasium Moussya Maria Andreyevna Greschenko, married to the commander of the 1st Cossack regiment of hearts in the future, the corps commander Pyotr Grigoryev, who was shot in November, 37 - in the case of Yakir. Gen. Alexander Gorbatov intercede for one another from the Civil War at the rally, and he was imprisoned. Nothing is admitted at the beginning of the war was launched, and after the war and immediately called her daughter Moussya Svetlana to her Moscow apartment in a huge Nikitsky Gate, a suite of ten rooms. All were exported from Germany, one room occupied by the Gothic furniture black wood, as in a German castle, hung from the table like a tablecloth made of wood, were carved flowers and deer, a large number of deer antlers. He himself was a simple man of conscience, but his wife, Nina, was a prim lady of the nobility. When I came to, it is important to come out of their apartments, "Hello, girl!". Musya was sitting in my room - my mother, of course, dependents would not have gone, too proud, was but Musya helped them, led by domestic workers, had lunch together. My mother and I went to Moses, when Gorbatov was not home, and only once was invited to dinner together. Tall, broad-shouldered guy came in his uniform, without any orders. Show me the books in the library chic - a small room was filled with all the books. I remember when I was struck by a library, where I learned a lot of what - Musya secretly gave me these books. Son they have been useless, dangling somewhere and did not want to work.
I was a great Musi low contralto, her mother a high mezzo-soprano, and they sang duets. Musya was a believer and sang in the choir of the cathedral Elokhovskiy, was a great contest. To her often come to Ukraine priests, but take it from them Gorbatov could not, and walked towards us. I remember, came from Vinnitsa tall, blue-eyed father, Nicholas - of priests then remained rock - give me money for "all the most delicious" and I ran to the Pipe in a luxury shop "Fish" with a huge aquarium in the shop windows. Once he gave me money and I poshili suit. Musi have had a brother Gregory, he too came, to meet with Uncle Volodya. She asks where something went to college, then married a modest lame man, the child was born, and returned to Vinnitsa Musya. I've been there, but I have lived in Musina older sister. In wealthy homes there with large windows and beautiful gardens with pears and plums. Daughter's sister, Lyuba, nice blonde, was married to a big nkvdeshnikom, and lived in their main house in the Lubyanka. Lyuba then planted, nkvdeshnik supported, "yes, the wife of a spy." Musya mother survived and after her death, wrote to me already.
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