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I got married in 1963. I met my future husband in 1960 at a ball dedicated to the 8th of March holiday in the Palace of Culture named after Kirov. A drunken guy tried to pick me up. He was handsome, but I can’t stand drunks and just couldn’t get rid of him. When he invited me to dance, I just turned my back on him and danced with the first man I came across. I never even looked at his face and asked him to dance. The man was my future husband. He was thin, small, frail, but a Jew! Boris Yankelevich, as I learned later. About his surname he said, as a joke, that I wouldn’t ever guess what it was: Khokhlov. He courted me for three years. In the meantime, frankly, I had other admirers. But he proved to be insistent and won me with his attitude, intrinsic charm and ability to get tickets to any performance I would fancy.
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Russia
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Irina Khokhlova