From left to right: my father Moisey Usherenko, my nephew Tolia Elizarov, Sonia Usherenko (his mother), Lyolia Usherenko (my brother Yakov's wife), Yakov Usherenko and Lusia Usherenko, their daughter.
My sister Sonia Usherenko, her husband Lyonia Elizarov and her son Tolia Elizarov.
In 1930 my sister Sonia married a Russian man. Her husband Lyonia Elizarov was a sailor of the Dnieper fleet. During the famine of 1932 Lyonia received rationed food at work and he brought everything home. It was food for our whole family. Later Lyonia became an officer and was sent to Blagoveschensk in the Far East. Sonia and little Tolia followed him soon.
This is a picture of my husband Michael Aronovich during his military service in Briansk in 1940. The photo was taken to be sent to his parents, Haskel and Charna Aronovich.
My father Solomon with my brother and his daughter from his second marriage Iraida Trachtenbroit. Moscow, 1946. The photograph made in Moscow in 1946 when my brother visited there. Here Leonid wears the uniform of navy lieutenant with the order of the Red Star.
L-16 submarine crew. My brother Leonid is sitting the 4th on the left. The photograph made on the occasion of the end of the military actions in Vladivostok in 1945.
This is my brother Leonid (standing) and his friend and fellow student Mikhail Shichtman and his fiancee (sitting). The photo was taken in Rostov in September, 1941, before they were sent to the front in Northern Caucasus.
Smoke break at a penitentiary institution for teenagers. I am among its inmates. I wear uniform of soviet army is temporary WWII. Photo made in Zhygulyovsk in 1950s. A colleague of mine had just bought a "Senith" camera and was taking photographs just for fun.
My first wife Maria Gofman. Photo made in Moscow in 1941. This was her last photograph and this is how she imprinted on my memory. At that time phones were a new device in life and it was in fashion to be photographed in this manner.
Jacob Ekhlis (my aunt’s, Esther's husband) and their son Froim. Photo made in Moscow in 1940. It was sent to me in Lodz. This was the first time I saw Jacob that helped us a lot when we were refugees from Poland.
My father Nuhim Smolianskiy (right on the front) visiting his acquaintances in Petersburg in 1915.