Photo taken in:BologoyeCountry name at time of photo:USSRCountry name today:Russia
This photo was taken in the 1950s in Bologoye. Here you see me and part of my family: my mother Zinaida (she stands third from left), my father Matvey (third from right), my sisters Sophia (in the very center) and Lilia (first from left), Boris (second from left), the son of my sister Sophia and Mikhail (in the first row, from the right side), the son of Father's cousin Yakov. Here you can also see my husband Valentin (first from right) and me (second from right). We all stand on the stairs, leading to our house. We (my husband and I) came to visit, because we lived in Leningrad in those times. Lilia lived together with our parents, and Sophia came to visit too.
My sister Sophia – Sarah Alperovich, in her passport – was born on 25th May 1926; we lived in Valdasi. As a matter of fact, she was a madcap; she’d better been a boy, not a girl. She would play with boys, run and fight; Sophia never was calm, never sat still and always hurried somewhere. She was a worse student than I, but, after graduation from school, she came to Leningrad and entered the Faculty of History in Gertzenovsky.
Anyway, she didn’t finish the Institute as she got married. Her husband Alexander was a sailor, and they sent him to the North, to Polyarny, and she departed together with him. Then he served in Dikson, Magadan, Vladivostok , Nakhodka, and they never came back to Leningrad.
Lilia went to Leningrad, finished college, and got a job assignment to Vladimir. She met her husband, an ordinary Russian guy, at some dance. Thank God, they have lived together for forty years. They have two children and grandchildren already too. All of them immigrated to America; they live near Los Angeles. First her elder daughter Svetlana went to America. She got married to a Jew from Odessa called Vladimir. They are great friends, he makes good money, and Svetlana gave birth to two children. Then Lilia, her husband and their younger daughter Elena together with her husband moved to California too. They left a year or two ago. We keep in touch; my sister continues to write and calls often. I have good relations with both my nieces too.
My husband Valentin entered the Hydrography Institute even before World War II but he didn’t have a chance to graduate. He passed his finals in Krasnoyarsk. After the war finished, he went to get a PhD degree in Leningrad; in 1949 he fulfilled his academic program and got a job as the head of a sub-faculty. He worked in the Highest Arctic College until his retirement in the 1980s. He was assistant professor there and he held lectures