"You will be with us in Kolyma, you are welcome... No, you'd better come to us " - this is remembered by many from the film "Diamond Hand". And this joke (or not joke) haunted and haunts me all my life when I say that I grew up on KOLYME.
Yes, I grew up on Kolyma. And I'm not ashamed of that. β On first photo - a small piece of land where I spent all my childhood and youth. This is Shturmova's mine, which is not on the map now ...
None of our family not was exiled there. Grandfather mastered Chukotka in the late 30s, and then Kolyma. Folder graduated from the Geological College and also rushed there.
Oh yes, me there all the same exiledwhen I was 5 months old)) I didnβt voluntarily rush there? There are a lot of memories, but I will write about a healthier age.
Childhood is a completely separate topic. But adolescence is what me blinded for this life.
We never not steamed (forgive this word), what to do with yourself!
I am now even not I can imagine how I managed to run to all the circles and sections: dance, macrame, volleyball, tourist, shooting, literary, choir, skiing, knitting, and even this! π
πI played on spoons!!! Can you imagine? π€¦ββοΈ (second from the left is me) π
In earlier childhood, by the way, we roamed by ourselves in yards and apartments. They ate what they had at home or with neighbors. Were playing - "misunderstand"than. What is it in my hands, who can say??? (I'm on the left) π
At school age, we went to demonstrations. As expected: May 1 (PEACE LABOR MAY) and November 7 ( Day of the Great October Socialist Revolution).
We always had snow on both holidays. Especially in history, by the way, we not delved into, but I clearly remember how on the eve of these demonstrations we made flowers of corrugated paper and inflated balloons to our the column was the best π
Skiing and skates - it was there right from a young age.
I will never forget how rolled skating on a "spontaneous" skating rink, which turned out to be a broken sewer (Mittens, a fur coat and everything that smelled on me, let's put it mildly, not really when I got homeπ
But more often it was different: friendly gatherings to the hill with skis (how many were broken!) And sledges. Tanned faces and no hats!!! π
Meanwhile, parents ours worked tirelessly.
Dad worked in the artel, mom in management mine accountant. We rarely saw our father at home, more often in winter: from autumn to spring there was a washing season and, in fact, gold mining π
But, by the way, with all workload, grown-up people also found time to play volleyball, basketball and football π (my folder in a black jacket in the bottom row) π
And also, when dad was at home, he arranged real photoshoot. The whole family dressed up, my mother did my hair for herself and for me and my sister.
Daddy loaded his film with "Zenith", put it on a counter with a timer, quickly ran up and in the photo we were all together π
Then dad went to the bath and there he developed the film for some red lamp. And the printing of photos was bewitching process: developer, fixer (maybe I'm confusing something), special trays for this). He rarely let us into the bath, so as not to light the film!
On weekends, in the evenings, we lived as neighbors: guitar on the bench, dominoes, chatter. And by the way, without alcohol! (well, or we kids, we haven't seen this).
A!!! April 22. Subbotniks were especially memorable: we cleaned the yard with the whole house, planted some flowers, trees, and then set a common table and we all sat in the yard until morning.
A lot came from those times:
Frozen bed underwear that dad brought from the street "standing") And his smell !!!
Dumplings outside the window in a package that was molded at the beginning of winter for 2-3 thousand pieces !!!
Tonguestuck to a road sign (there were such beautiful snowflakes that I wanted to lick!))
Frantic run from a she-bear with cubs (and a bucket of lingonberries in her hands!)
And our Kolyma highway. Where God forbid breaking the car in winter.
In general, I only wanted to describe the rosy memories, but I remembered everything)
If you are from my edges, or something was with you: write, I will be glad to "nostalgun" πππ
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