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The youth theme attracts me more and more.  Apparently, it's time to look into youth, see your mistakes, rejoice in your youth ... How quickly it passes!  After graduating from high school, I really wanted to go to Tomsk, go to university, I was attracted to history.  

The last two school years I was a member of the Komsomol committee and secretary of the committee.  I often went to the district committee of the Komsomol, maybe they treated me kindly here, and one of the members of the bureau told me: "Do it in absentia, we will select you as a member of the bureau, you will work here."  His position should not have allowed him to make such proposals. 

 But I was still quite a girl and was in turmoil.  The offer was learned by the teacher.  When we received certificates at the graduation, I could not resist and cried.  Raisa Fyodorovna Timokhina, a teacher of history, correctly assessed and understood my tears, and very severely said: "Go!"  Do not you dare stay here. 

 Go!  My heart felt better.  I went, however, one point was not enough, and I returned home.  Dad already went to the eight-year school, agreed with the director Anatoly Vladimirovich Osovski, so that I was taken as a senior Pioneer leader.  This school operated only the second year.  

There were not very many pupils, the school was wooden, but there were many young teachers among those who worked in the first to fourth grades.  In our secondary school, where I studied, I somehow worked out in the absence of a senior counselor, even the gathering of the squads to hold.

  And here I was some helpless, inept.  The pioneer room was, checkers, chess lay, the guys played on the changes.  I also had to play with children in outdoor games, like the "third extra" or "trickle", so that children, firstly, were sub-divided, and secondly, nobody was knocked down if they ran. 

 First, I benefited from the fact that I loved hiking.  Every weekend we went on bicycles to the river, where a beautiful forest.  Now I'm relieved to think how good it is that nothing has happened to anyone.  The old one must have become cautious.

  And then I myself climbed the trees, and the children, of course, followed me.  On Saturdays, in the first shift, the lessons ended earlier than usual.  In the second shift, one youth worked: Nina Alexenko, Tamara Smirnyagina, Raisa Zimenkova, Alla Sukhushina.  At the break, we closed the teacher's door, kept at the tables and learned to dance Charleston. 

 The second shift was coming to an end, the school of working youth began to work.  The collective lived an interesting life.  There was a big choir, a vocal group.  At the concerts, Vladimir Chumerin, Viktor Smirnyagin sang.  They had strong, beautiful voices.  We went with concerts in Rybinsk.

  Planted in those years, the square, helped the collective farmers harvest the harvest: dig potatoes, cut cabbage, collect tomatoes.  In the teacher's room there was an announcement that at the end of the week a trade union meeting would take place, one of the questions: admission to the trade union.  I was warned in advance, I had to write a statement.

  The first part of the meeting was held at the school, and the second one was invited to our home by the school principal Anatoly Vladimirovich and his wife Ernestina Antonovna.  It's hard for me to judge, but it seems they were very well-prepared people and did their job with dignity. 

 And so we came, we were asked to enter the hall, where tables had already been laid, we were treated to stuffed cabbage, delicate, tasty, I never ate such wonderful things.  

So my first work began.  It was 1962.