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Memoirs of an older sister of Nikolai Rubtsov Galina Shvedova (by marriage) who lives in Cherepovets:
"Before the truth about Kohl wrote, now write the truth. They wrote that I did not have that one brother had been just. Now I have. That's where Nick was asleep, when we arrived. Here, the battery raskladushechka stood.
... During the war, it is difficult to live, half-starved. There is something when there was nothing. Sit. "Gal, got some hunting" - kids are crying. Kolya on them: "Songs Sing and do not want to got some."
From heart disease my mother died. In hospital. " Children were taken to orphanages, Galina did not take - "hurt the old, 14 years old. She lived with her aunt Sonia, father's sister, in Vologda - Rubtsov rented an apartment. From time to time on the horizon shows a constant fleeing from an orphanage Kohl. -Drinking landlady, who lost or stroll through ration cards, accused of stealing a sharper Kohl. He then disappeared, disappeared a week - had fled into the woods and lived there under the tree.
"It disappeared, I immediately ran to the police, we were looking for him. As found, he read poetry to me. First, he wrote them in the forest, I rewrote them:" Remember how we lived with my mother mother always in a fun and warm. But our happiness is broken up into parts, the war has come as a country. "And his teeth were black-black - fife week ate." And then I heard Galya from brother through black teeth, a short yet experienced child hurt, and the following lines:
"Farewell, my dear sister,
Good-bye, do not be sad and cry.
In the orphanage I grow up, I'll learn soon
And meet again soon.
Happy, fun life would start with you life
Leave these lands,
Let's go away from this house,
Let us not think about it. "

Later, Nikolai Rubtsov wrote: "Everything that was in my childhood, I remember better than what was days ago ..."

When Galina enlisted for the construction of the Cherepovets metallurgical plant and lived in a dormitory, Nick came to her from some deductions. Ten years have not seen, but for a long time to live is not allowed. Dorm female after all. My sister helped than it could - bought shoes, simple belongings gathered and sent to the Arkhangelsk morehodku learn.

"A good guy Nick, good. The low was also a skinny, gay, although the harmonica, even a guitar to play I could. Poems read so that you do not understand nothing, but clap. Many did not drink, it's slander, and so, by law, the Metropolitan bohemian port loved. vodilas money was ... " Once Nicholas led Galya in chic by the standards of the Soviet Vologda restaurant, handed into the hands of the menu - choose what you want, at prices not see. " She admitted modestly. Not matter at all, no obscene words in the presence of women, even accidentally, when the iron falls on his foot. A fight and never fought at all. "Sister recalled only one case, and he is in his childhood:" In Kraskovsky orphanage at odds with the rural orphanage: particularly zealous bullies future poet once smeared across the face with hot baked potato ... "

"In the capital, he was bored, eager home, and Dorval, instructing fellow countrymen - they say that there is not happiness, but here you are."

My husband and I grieved when the telegram came the death of Nicholas. "In Vologda, we traveled together, he lay in the House of Artists. The people of something, the people, how many colors ..."