Irina Makarevich. School
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In the left corner of the room hung a black plate loudspeaker, June 22 report: war. We Nina ran into the street, there is turmoil, quite unlike a normal life. A few days later Maroussia Morozova invited to go to her husband in the village of Van Petuhovo for Vyatka, in Kotelnichesky area. Dad gave the nod, "Go!", And he remained in Moscow, went to the militia, to dig the pit, near Moscow. Packed their bags, money, and in late July, went to Petuhovo. Maria Andreevna went with us to the evacuation, lived in a cavern near the stove in the hut, Maroussia fumbled with Vova. There lived in Vani's mother, sister, niece - in one another, the third hut. And in the beginning we lived with some of his sister. We arrived in Kotelnich, crossed on the ferry Vyatka, there is still the case. While the essence of the thing so we were fed - very early, even sleep on the rug, and have something cooked in a Russian stove, hear the smell of warm milk. All geese, ducks and cows. There's the first time I tried potato pancakes and cheesecake Siberia. After a while we found a separate room to another, across the meadow, the village Balyberbino.
We settled down at Maria Mikhailovna Balyberdin, there they all were Balyberbiny, she lived alone, had a son at the front. She had a wonderful, chestnut-colored hair and huge blue eyes and a ruddy face. In the left corner she hung beautiful icons. Very harsh, austere woman, almost never smiled. She fed us, but not so very kindly. Early in the morning was heard hissing - and it was clear that Maria rubs oil on potato pan. It was a treat, a holiday! Maria froze the milk in a bowl, then remove them, slide the foam was obtained, added to pancakes with honey or a liquid put her young cream - a classic. From the garden allowed to break a carrot. Very fond of cow Misa, such as hair mistress, the color of dark brick, shaggy Siberian, with small horns and very proud, as a hostess. They were not allowed to milk me, already learned in the Ukraine. There were also a cat, dog, lots of chickens and ducks. Mother moonlighted as the fact that she sang songs with a guitar and good wondered how such a skill? Then all waited for news from the front, and went to guess, and she brought food for it. Products she gave Maria Mikhailovna. A lot of grief was to come funerals, mother comforted all. When dad died, my mother went to Moscow, Maroussia her all the time wrote: "Come and relax, you are all waiting for love!".
In the village we often went into the woods with the kids village, around the taiga, the great trees, many streams, lush vegetation, I collected and brought my mother flowers, fragrant and herbs. The darkness of raspberry, strawberry, white mass, Mokhovikov, moss razgrebesh, but there a whole family Ryzhikov. Mary salted their barrels. Once the bear saw, ran away from him. At Vyatka growing flax - an endless field of blue flowers, waving like a river! And the children be allowed to work - pick flax and tie snopikami. At this linen I have earned six workdays, got potatoes, wheat, all gave Mary. Even in the stable work, met with some grooms, and tottered into the attic, where lies the prepared hay. And once failed to stall for one horse, biting, pale beige, full of apples, gelding Mishka. He sat down right on the ridge! And he did not bite. Ostler Alexander Zhukovsky was a very aristocratic, with a beard, thin face and blue eyes, a mother has noticed, questioned, and he was the great grandson of a Decembrist, from the nobility. My mother started going to him talk. All his life he lived in Vyatka, came here to eat because something had to be.
where we lived for several months. Mom spread her correspondence, she wrote, even with the front Pasha, uncle Volodia from the camp, Lala from Moscow. One day my father sent me a postcard: "Ira, you are waiting at home flowers, music, happiness, joy!". Then came a telegram from Lyali that tragedy happened, Dad was gone. Lala one remained in Moscow with all this horror. I first read it. My mother did not believe it all assured me that error. And it's confirmed. Another had to leave, my mother went to Kirov to the NKVD, sought permission - Moscow has been a closed city. We're here, the empty apartment, and Lala told that the father hanged himself. The last days were very exciting, he was summoned to the Lubyanka. Lala he did not tell, but hinted that he demanded of him to denounce and disparage his mother's brothers. A neighbor, Anna Prokofievna, police osvedomitelnitsa, reported that the he was a spy, from the third floor pulls some drawings. Of course, I knew nothing, only then I realized what had happened. Mom, maybe shed a few tears, but it did not show, and I never did not take a graveyard. No recollection of him was not there, I told him about other people, his co-workers. Perhaps, inside she was going through something, because life was very hard.
We were starving, mom to work as a simple courier "Neftegazosemku" near Paveletskaya, then it was transferred to a better position. She went in healthy men shoes, some quilted jacket and coat on fish fur, she did not have a winter coat. My hat and coat were made from her mother's mink stoles, big as a bath towel. My mother made me a quilt from his boots, as they walked. At-home mom dressed in hoods with Ukrainian hollyhocks, which sewed herself. The room we stood a tub, my mother washing clothes in the hood. And I hired a girl to wash the neighbor Maruska, gave my mother money, and we went to the market and bought potatoes and a cup of milk. Ours was the central market with a huge building, a lot of passes. We went, things have changed for a kilo of potatoes, a cup of milk. The potatoes were amazing, the whole net, life has never been anything dark. I knew how to sew and knit from my mother's dresses were bits of crepe de chine, the finest silk, the edges I did crochet lace, and these scarves, we sold in the market. One was a blue handkerchief bright background with polka dots, white lace around, it just vendor bought. No street vendors was not only near the markets - both now are grandmothers, traded only in the war. How many years have passed since the war, and zhituha the same - the same poor and hungry are, sell something.
The first two classes I attended at Pipe Street, 229th in a side street perpendicular to the circus . At Christmas the monastery was our 240th school in the cells of living people, among them the main hooligan Sarah Schulman, above my head. Snatched from us portfolios, they went down with an ice slide, and creepy laugh. At most it was not the portfolio, wore a notebook tied with a rope. In school, I loved the physical and zoological studies, where we have lived all ferrets. Then I became ill in physics to keep pace. Video Games were Sveta Fal'kovich of respectable Jewish family, she became a doctor of philology, and Tamara Ivashkina quite unassumingly from families with the KGB, but they were friends and sat at a desk. I was friends with a handsome honors student Oleg Moldovan, Elsa Reznikova. The school is often staged in the evening and I will definitely participate in school plays.
On Christmas Boulevard in the huge house was my music school. Initially, I studied the harp - the piano was not a place. The house had two pianos, Lev Ivanovich gave her mother a German "Zeller", and Lala bought "Kalmer." The following year I was transferred to the piano. I'm lazy, but "Moonlight Sonata" and Chopin waltzes played. School, I never graduated, and her mother invited a home educator. I have found a voice, and I always played, or read the Ukrainian poetry or sang Ukrainian songs, "roars and moans Dnipro wide" or Russian romance "That was in early spring." Then I even sang on the radio. I was not sprightly, quick, fairly shy, shy. After already developed a strong character, my, I could easily go somewhere. From school I went after the eighth grade, went wrong with the teachers, went to school in Marina Grove. Then she lay there with a heart attack, the doctor kept coming Dimmershteyn, nursed, drugs did not exist. And I had to go to evening college to work.
Lev Ivanovich Onishchik found me a good college, publishing. Once he arrived early and took me to Staropansky lane, opposite the GUM. We came to the director of college, he introduced himself. It was not a drag, I passed the exams and received. And he also got me to work as a proofreader at "Rechizdat" at the Crystal Lane, where now Seating yard. In the continuation of the arcade building, in an old house and was publisher. On the other side of the corridor was "Morizdat." I rectified the error in specialized scientific books. Working there are very intelligent people, artists, editors, proofreaders led Tamara, a strict young woman who is always wrong. Cute was our artist Vladimir Kondratyev.
At the same time I worked for a fashion model. I enlisted in the Kuznetsk bridge, where I visited all the time at the shows, was very fond of painting. Someone noticed and invited. Mom, I did not say anything because she wanted me to be involved in music - and here, and society is not at all! Then there was a small number of the candidates, about the same height and size, but one did not give the person or grace, her sew and torment her dressmaker. And on this, as I have already put on - I have chosen to walk the catwalk. There was also a beautiful, high Tatar Sharakudinova Tamara, Ruben N. Simonov, she is very fond of. When I got married, suddenly comes to an envelope with an invitation to the show, and Yuri was angry: "To my wife was a fashion model! In no case, Ira! Who do you hang out there? ". And - but I'm not particularly worried.
After college I joined the Institute of Printing on the Garden Ring. By this time I was litredaktorom the publisher "Rechizdat" and then went to the journal "Voprosy literatury". At the Institute, I worked a lot of sports, love boating, but hide that bad swim, all while playing volleyball - I'm tall and I had a good feed. And, of course, went on skates, which I attended as on earth! In Zyamy and Lev Zolotovitskii Fira's sister, and her son Wilke, they lived above the shop "Georgia" on Gorky Street. And his school friends were living in Sretenka Bogomil Misha, his father, Raphael I., was still the pre-revolutionary professor, and Vladik Kopp of the famous dynasty of gynecologists. Together they went to a second medical school and become prominent doctors - Bear is still a large physician-audiologist. Misha with a gold medal finish school, great skating and became my first fan. But I was brought up strictly, no relationships with men. All invited guests, my mother used to bake pies, putting a huge table. Bear danced magnificently fashionable dances, the Charleston and the twist, it was a little thin for a man's hand. Mike then married to a Jew favorably.
I moved from Petrovka on CDSA, an ice rink was filled not on the pond, and the next. Along the boulevard were chic Color pre-Revolutionary home, but the circus was a cinema and a restaurant on the corner of its own accord and the Garden, where we stopped for pastries and tea after the ice rink. In larger shops you could get a triple dose of cherry or plum soda out of the cones. Ice cream was sold everywhere and cost a penny. Other cinemas were "Uranium" on Sretenka and "Forum" at the Garden. There was a world with lots of humpback lanes and friends. Often we would go to parties at different universities in the Surikov, broke out dancing in the Central House of Arts, on Christmas trees. Mom let go, which is amazing. A new friend, Leva, who taught me how to ski, skate, we also started doing a phenomenal tricks. We went to the House Myasnitskaya engineers and technicians, the suite luxury rooms, which secretly invited jazz. In college jazz led by Volodya Glikin lame eastern people. There we danced together to Zhenya Yevtushenko, who has cared for me. He studied at the decoration, and I'm on the editorial, but he was gone, sent it to college in FIG, from the Literary Institute and then kicked him, too.
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We settled down at Maria Mikhailovna Balyberdin, there they all were Balyberbiny, she lived alone, had a son at the front. She had a wonderful, chestnut-colored hair and huge blue eyes and a ruddy face. In the left corner she hung beautiful icons. Very harsh, austere woman, almost never smiled. She fed us, but not so very kindly. Early in the morning was heard hissing - and it was clear that Maria rubs oil on potato pan. It was a treat, a holiday! Maria froze the milk in a bowl, then remove them, slide the foam was obtained, added to pancakes with honey or a liquid put her young cream - a classic. From the garden allowed to break a carrot. Very fond of cow Misa, such as hair mistress, the color of dark brick, shaggy Siberian, with small horns and very proud, as a hostess. They were not allowed to milk me, already learned in the Ukraine. There were also a cat, dog, lots of chickens and ducks. Mother moonlighted as the fact that she sang songs with a guitar and good wondered how such a skill? Then all waited for news from the front, and went to guess, and she brought food for it. Products she gave Maria Mikhailovna. A lot of grief was to come funerals, mother comforted all. When dad died, my mother went to Moscow, Maroussia her all the time wrote: "Come and relax, you are all waiting for love!".
In the village we often went into the woods with the kids village, around the taiga, the great trees, many streams, lush vegetation, I collected and brought my mother flowers, fragrant and herbs. The darkness of raspberry, strawberry, white mass, Mokhovikov, moss razgrebesh, but there a whole family Ryzhikov. Mary salted their barrels. Once the bear saw, ran away from him. At Vyatka growing flax - an endless field of blue flowers, waving like a river! And the children be allowed to work - pick flax and tie snopikami. At this linen I have earned six workdays, got potatoes, wheat, all gave Mary. Even in the stable work, met with some grooms, and tottered into the attic, where lies the prepared hay. And once failed to stall for one horse, biting, pale beige, full of apples, gelding Mishka. He sat down right on the ridge! And he did not bite. Ostler Alexander Zhukovsky was a very aristocratic, with a beard, thin face and blue eyes, a mother has noticed, questioned, and he was the great grandson of a Decembrist, from the nobility. My mother started going to him talk. All his life he lived in Vyatka, came here to eat because something had to be.
where we lived for several months. Mom spread her correspondence, she wrote, even with the front Pasha, uncle Volodia from the camp, Lala from Moscow. One day my father sent me a postcard: "Ira, you are waiting at home flowers, music, happiness, joy!". Then came a telegram from Lyali that tragedy happened, Dad was gone. Lala one remained in Moscow with all this horror. I first read it. My mother did not believe it all assured me that error. And it's confirmed. Another had to leave, my mother went to Kirov to the NKVD, sought permission - Moscow has been a closed city. We're here, the empty apartment, and Lala told that the father hanged himself. The last days were very exciting, he was summoned to the Lubyanka. Lala he did not tell, but hinted that he demanded of him to denounce and disparage his mother's brothers. A neighbor, Anna Prokofievna, police osvedomitelnitsa, reported that the he was a spy, from the third floor pulls some drawings. Of course, I knew nothing, only then I realized what had happened. Mom, maybe shed a few tears, but it did not show, and I never did not take a graveyard. No recollection of him was not there, I told him about other people, his co-workers. Perhaps, inside she was going through something, because life was very hard.
We were starving, mom to work as a simple courier "Neftegazosemku" near Paveletskaya, then it was transferred to a better position. She went in healthy men shoes, some quilted jacket and coat on fish fur, she did not have a winter coat. My hat and coat were made from her mother's mink stoles, big as a bath towel. My mother made me a quilt from his boots, as they walked. At-home mom dressed in hoods with Ukrainian hollyhocks, which sewed herself. The room we stood a tub, my mother washing clothes in the hood. And I hired a girl to wash the neighbor Maruska, gave my mother money, and we went to the market and bought potatoes and a cup of milk. Ours was the central market with a huge building, a lot of passes. We went, things have changed for a kilo of potatoes, a cup of milk. The potatoes were amazing, the whole net, life has never been anything dark. I knew how to sew and knit from my mother's dresses were bits of crepe de chine, the finest silk, the edges I did crochet lace, and these scarves, we sold in the market. One was a blue handkerchief bright background with polka dots, white lace around, it just vendor bought. No street vendors was not only near the markets - both now are grandmothers, traded only in the war. How many years have passed since the war, and zhituha the same - the same poor and hungry are, sell something.
The first two classes I attended at Pipe Street, 229th in a side street perpendicular to the circus . At Christmas the monastery was our 240th school in the cells of living people, among them the main hooligan Sarah Schulman, above my head. Snatched from us portfolios, they went down with an ice slide, and creepy laugh. At most it was not the portfolio, wore a notebook tied with a rope. In school, I loved the physical and zoological studies, where we have lived all ferrets. Then I became ill in physics to keep pace. Video Games were Sveta Fal'kovich of respectable Jewish family, she became a doctor of philology, and Tamara Ivashkina quite unassumingly from families with the KGB, but they were friends and sat at a desk. I was friends with a handsome honors student Oleg Moldovan, Elsa Reznikova. The school is often staged in the evening and I will definitely participate in school plays.
On Christmas Boulevard in the huge house was my music school. Initially, I studied the harp - the piano was not a place. The house had two pianos, Lev Ivanovich gave her mother a German "Zeller", and Lala bought "Kalmer." The following year I was transferred to the piano. I'm lazy, but "Moonlight Sonata" and Chopin waltzes played. School, I never graduated, and her mother invited a home educator. I have found a voice, and I always played, or read the Ukrainian poetry or sang Ukrainian songs, "roars and moans Dnipro wide" or Russian romance "That was in early spring." Then I even sang on the radio. I was not sprightly, quick, fairly shy, shy. After already developed a strong character, my, I could easily go somewhere. From school I went after the eighth grade, went wrong with the teachers, went to school in Marina Grove. Then she lay there with a heart attack, the doctor kept coming Dimmershteyn, nursed, drugs did not exist. And I had to go to evening college to work.
Lev Ivanovich Onishchik found me a good college, publishing. Once he arrived early and took me to Staropansky lane, opposite the GUM. We came to the director of college, he introduced himself. It was not a drag, I passed the exams and received. And he also got me to work as a proofreader at "Rechizdat" at the Crystal Lane, where now Seating yard. In the continuation of the arcade building, in an old house and was publisher. On the other side of the corridor was "Morizdat." I rectified the error in specialized scientific books. Working there are very intelligent people, artists, editors, proofreaders led Tamara, a strict young woman who is always wrong. Cute was our artist Vladimir Kondratyev.
At the same time I worked for a fashion model. I enlisted in the Kuznetsk bridge, where I visited all the time at the shows, was very fond of painting. Someone noticed and invited. Mom, I did not say anything because she wanted me to be involved in music - and here, and society is not at all! Then there was a small number of the candidates, about the same height and size, but one did not give the person or grace, her sew and torment her dressmaker. And on this, as I have already put on - I have chosen to walk the catwalk. There was also a beautiful, high Tatar Sharakudinova Tamara, Ruben N. Simonov, she is very fond of. When I got married, suddenly comes to an envelope with an invitation to the show, and Yuri was angry: "To my wife was a fashion model! In no case, Ira! Who do you hang out there? ". And - but I'm not particularly worried.
After college I joined the Institute of Printing on the Garden Ring. By this time I was litredaktorom the publisher "Rechizdat" and then went to the journal "Voprosy literatury". At the Institute, I worked a lot of sports, love boating, but hide that bad swim, all while playing volleyball - I'm tall and I had a good feed. And, of course, went on skates, which I attended as on earth! In Zyamy and Lev Zolotovitskii Fira's sister, and her son Wilke, they lived above the shop "Georgia" on Gorky Street. And his school friends were living in Sretenka Bogomil Misha, his father, Raphael I., was still the pre-revolutionary professor, and Vladik Kopp of the famous dynasty of gynecologists. Together they went to a second medical school and become prominent doctors - Bear is still a large physician-audiologist. Misha with a gold medal finish school, great skating and became my first fan. But I was brought up strictly, no relationships with men. All invited guests, my mother used to bake pies, putting a huge table. Bear danced magnificently fashionable dances, the Charleston and the twist, it was a little thin for a man's hand. Mike then married to a Jew favorably.
I moved from Petrovka on CDSA, an ice rink was filled not on the pond, and the next. Along the boulevard were chic Color pre-Revolutionary home, but the circus was a cinema and a restaurant on the corner of its own accord and the Garden, where we stopped for pastries and tea after the ice rink. In larger shops you could get a triple dose of cherry or plum soda out of the cones. Ice cream was sold everywhere and cost a penny. Other cinemas were "Uranium" on Sretenka and "Forum" at the Garden. There was a world with lots of humpback lanes and friends. Often we would go to parties at different universities in the Surikov, broke out dancing in the Central House of Arts, on Christmas trees. Mom let go, which is amazing. A new friend, Leva, who taught me how to ski, skate, we also started doing a phenomenal tricks. We went to the House Myasnitskaya engineers and technicians, the suite luxury rooms, which secretly invited jazz. In college jazz led by Volodya Glikin lame eastern people. There we danced together to Zhenya Yevtushenko, who has cared for me. He studied at the decoration, and I'm on the editorial, but he was gone, sent it to college in FIG, from the Literary Institute and then kicked him, too.
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