The other day we mentioned the work of the evening school in the eighth year of the White Yar. What it is? My brother, a graduate of the evening school Vladimir Tjunnikov tells about it. Together with him Svetlana's sister received secondary education, she graduated from the Faculty of Law of Tomsk University.
Vladimir wrote these memories in 2007. Now my dear brothers and sisters, unfortunately, are not with us. I was born on January 13, 1948 in the village of Molchanovo, Tomsk region. But from there we left when I was two years old, and there is no memory of this village. But the village of Parabel, where we began to live, I remember well: as a child, memories are bright.
I went with my father to fish in a cloud, with my mother milking a cow, also in a raid: in Parabel, cows spent the summer on the island across the river Polya. It was funny getting bread. The fact is that in the Soviet Union everywhere, except for large cities, bread sold to one person no more than two rolls.
They brought a certain number to the store, who did not have time, he was late - he was left without bread. The official version of the shortage: people are fattened with pigs' bread, as flour and bread are cheaper than bran. For the sale of flour, as well as for other products, there were restrictions in the form of "Norms for the release of goods in one hand", hanging in each store.
To buy bread, it was necessary two hours before the sale, and even earlier take a turn, defend it, and yet, until it comes up! But I, using a crush in the store, just crawled between my legs to the counter, got up there, somebody will regret and let me go ahead. Father worked as an authorized ministry of procurement, the discipline for leading cadres was then military, and in 1954, when he was transferred to White Yar, my father and mother were very sorry that they were leaving Parabel.
In White Yar, it somehow happened that in the house I did nothing, in the garden is not enough: in the spring I carried manure, rarely dig up beds. But outside of the yard nothing happened without me. He stood in countless lines for bread, went with his mother for mushrooms and berries (she was very fond of these trips), went fishing, harvested hay, firewood. In the family we, the children, had five, money was always scarce.
To diversify the food, everyone had to work hard. They kept an adult cow, or even two chickens, fattening pigs. Prepared raspberry jam 5-6 buckets. Beyond the berry went the crowd: Mom - with a bucket, I and Alla-with three-liter cans, Sveta-with a two-liter jar, Tanya - with a liter. Oblazm for a day of padding, because only there the raspberries grew, and we put on a jam bucket.
A currant was collected over the summer for 4-5 buckets. In the garden to grow berries then it was not accepted. For cranberries, cranberries, mushrooms, three of us usually went: father, mother, me. Cranberries collected five or six buckets at a time and did not go any more.
And cranberries, depending on the crop, stored up to 20 buckets, as well as mushrooms. It seems a lot, but by the summer there was nothing left. The most important thing was fishing. The fish was caught by nets and seines from June to the end of November, and she did not have a round goal.
For long-term storage, the fish were first salted and dried, and later made two smokehouses for hot and cold smoking, otherwise quickly become boring. Cedar nuts were not harvested - there were no good cedar trees nearby. In the autumn I like one or with Alla, we'll bring buckets of five cones, my mother will boil, we will regale - and that's it. In the winter, parents bought nuts and when they went to visit or to the cinema, they put a full basket of nuts on the table, we, the children, sat around-and only a click was heard, no one was playing around, not scooping.
Because of the constant employment, and, perhaps, by tradition, parents gave us, children, such independence and freedom of action, which is now impossible to see. But we also got into different troubles, but successfully got out. Gumilyov has poems: "Oh yes, we are from the race that conquered the ancient, Who is forever wandering, to break from the high towers, to drown in the gray oceans And his violent blood to water the insatiable drunkards - Iron, steel and lead."Just about me as a child: in summer I always went somewhere, twice drowned, once - in the spring, crossing the river, fell through the ice, and I broke his meter three or four until I could crawl out.
Falling from a tree, somehow stepped on a board with a nail so that he, piercing the foot, climbed out five centimeters. He was hardly shot on the hunt, but I do not remember about countless cuts, burns, abrasions. But, after growing up, he became so cautious that although in the summer every fifth day he went fishing, mushrooms or berries, he too tried to spend vacations in the taiga, that is, a month and a half with friends or alone, but there was no trouble, everything was going well .
At school it was all right, studying was easy, assessments were always good. True, I had to study from the seventh to the ninth grade, to hold the post of director of the children's cinema (on Sunday, the winter holidays, the day sessions were attended by students). For the rest of his life, this has turned away from the desire to be a boss, a love of power. I did not particularly like sports, although I did a lot of skiing, skating.
Because of the lack of money at the age of 16, I went to work all the time on rafting, so I finished the evening school. He went to Tomsk, where he worked as a turner for a year, then in 1967 moved to Seversk, where he entered the evening institute, worked as a shift operator at the Siberian Chemical Combine - at a radiochemical plant. Well studied only two years, and then there were gaps: I did not like the future profession.
The chemical engineer had a nasty job, but did not pay very much. In 1972, after finishing the third year, I was offered to work as a senior operator (I still work in this position), and I left the institute, which I never regretted. At work, everything went well, many times noted my rationalization and work activity.
Now I'm paid at the highest grade in our eighth category. I am a veteran of work. My wife's name is Larisa Vasilievna, she's a former little tomichka, she worked almost all her life in the dining room. In 1979, we got a two-room apartment, so both of us live in it. In 1973, we had the Light. She is married, her son Denis is 15 years old. Lives separately, I managed to get a two-room apartment for her. Works, graduates from the institute. In 1977, we got Natasha, she is also married, her daughter Yulia is four years old. She lives in her husband's apartment. Now Natasha is working and studying at the institute.