This is my father Mihaly Schlesinger on the front somewhere in Russia.
He spent seven years on the Russian battlefield in World War I. He was taken prisoner. Communism was instilled into his heart out there.
It was such that there was a man who was in the Soviet Union too, and when he came to the lido where my mother worked, my father immediately started to speak with him in Russian.
This photo shows the Academic Chorus of the Veterans of the Great Patriotic War. I am standing first on the left.
When I was a child, we had a grand piano at home, and I began to study piano when I was just a little girl.
My teacher had studied with the great Russian composer Glazunov at one time. As an adult, I sang in the academic chorus of veterans of war and labor in the Kalininsky district, where there were two Jews besides me.
This is my husband Solomon Zarkhin as a student of Artillery Academy after Voroshilov. His last military rank was captain.
In 1931 I finished school and came from Pskov to Leningrad, in Tavricheskaya Street, to live with the family of Uncle Efim, mother’s brother. They lived in a communal (shared) apartment. I had to stay somewhere. The shared apartment was large, 5 rooms.
This is the sports group in the Pozemsky school where I studied in Pskov.
In 1986 that school celebrated its 200-year anniversary. Look, there I stand at the far left in sports shorts. All of us are wearing identical sports uniforms.
That's how pupils dressed for physical education classes back then. In this picture, I am in my last year, about to finish school. I had two real friends at school.
One was a Jewish girl named Fanya Arnshtam -- we went together to study in Leningrad in 1931. Our lives seemed to be developing very similarly.
This is a photo of me in my public health job. I am talking to people - my potential clients. I am sitting in the center, under the white screen.
We had regular meetings with local people, it was a part of our job. Those who were interested in medical issues came and asked questions - as you see, they were basically elderly people.
This is our entire family:
Daddy sits at the left, Mom is beside him, I am the next, to the right of me is my husband, Solomon.
Our children are standing behind us: Eugenia at the right, Larisa in the center in white, Gennady to the left.
I got married in 1932 to Solomon Zarkhin and took my husband’s surname. I gave birth to my elder daughter Eugenia in 1933. The next year, I fell out with my husband because he was so jealous, and we even got divorced.
This photo was taken by my mother's brother Evsei. It shows my daughter Larisa holding a bright lamp in the left.
At the far right sits Alexander Àmitan, the husband of mother's sister Ida. Behind him is Evsei's daughter Maria, behind her I am looking out. Next to me is my daughter Eugenia, standing is my son Gennady, and at the end of the table sits Evsei's wife Maria.
This is a picture of me and my classmates at the private Jewish children’s group in Pskov that I attended for three years, starting when I was three.
Nowadays they would call it a private kindergarten. My parents paid the German governess, whom you see at the center. I do not remember her name. She taught us the German language and took us on walks. She was a very kind lady and we loved her very much.
I can't remember now who took this photo, and there's nothing written on the reverse side, but I remember the names of a few of the kids.
In this photo I am 2 years old. I’m wearing shoes that my father made for me. I’m 87 now, and don’t remember anything about having the picture taken.
I was born in 1915 in Pskov. I was the sole and favorite child in the family -- two twin boys died before I was born. From childhood I had a teacher from the synagogue in Pskov, who came to our home and taught me to read and write.
This is my father, Meer Averbukh. Mom and Dad got married in 1912, Mum was 27, father - 29.
We lived in Pskov, in Arkhangelskaya Street, which after the october Revolution of 1917 was renamed Lenin Street, because Lenin lived there at one time.
There is a Lenin museum there now. It was just a common unpaved street, along which there were wooden and brick houses where ordinary people lived.