When you live in one village, and even nearby, willy-nilly you communicate. My parents kept a cow, at times two, selling milk. One day my mother told me that she had carried the canister with Turbin. They have such cleanliness at home, everything is tidied up, and the landlady bakes pies.
I was a schoolgirl and a little envied. We have five children and parents in two rooms, it is very difficult to achieve perfect purity. But the mud was my personal enemy. I think this is one of the reasons that, according to my mother's words, she was washing the whole family with a schoolboy, bleached and washed ... Now, because of ill health, there was only one stick from the previous broomstick.
Once, on a winter student's vacation, I ran a whitewash, my neighbor came in, was surprised: - How well you rub! Now I was surprised: - Yes you, I'm already twenty years old! But I'm not talking about myself, but about Viktor Turbin. He is three or four years younger than the year. But the circle of communication was wide, and we were part of it. Victor also studied at the music school, played the accordion.
Then he graduated from the music school, became a music teacher himself and studied at the university in the correspondence department. Of course, we were Komsomol members. Victor - sociable, energetic, cheerful, the soul of the company, loved to sing, dance.
As a matter of course, he began to work in the Komsomol, first as a secretary for the students of youth, and when Vasily Serko switched to another job, he headed the district Komsomol organization. By this time Victor married. Nina, his chosen one, made construction estimates.
She was a red-haired, fragile, good housewife, she could cook, and get dressed, and clean up. After a while they had a daughter, Lena. We were not close with my young mother, but I think Nina was not easy. The girl was born weak, every mother knows that it is not easy. Victor was in the thick of things.
He graduated from the university, the Komsomol-passed stage. Turbin came to our editorial office and went to court. I do not know if there was enough knowledge or not, but he wrote a statement and went to study at the Novosibirsk Higher Party School at the journalism department.
That's where the forge of cadres was! Nina came to me, cried: again count a penny! Victor was indignant: stupid, you do not understand how important it is! Two years in school - the term is big and small at the same time. Victor is sent as an editor to Kolpashevskaya city newspaper Sovetskiy Sever, give a good apartment.
I was a couple of times, Nina in her repertoire, around cleanliness and order. It does not happen when they clean, but when they do not litter. Nina herself cut the fabric, using the magazine Burda. Needlewoman! Restructuring. Changes began.
The Tomsk department for printing and printing was abolished, where the editorial offices and printing houses were financed. Money was now given to district administrations for economic activities. The new government from Moscow called for change, substituting the face for the wind of change, it's enough to walk, stretching out your arms at the seams, it's time to look for and find new forms of work. Many thought, if now freedom, can do anything.
Kolpashevskaya editorial staff has become one of the centers of work in a new way, everyone has said and offered. If there were shortcomings, they thought that the head of the administration was to blame. I hope I understood Victor correctly.
I do not know whom they were preparing the head of the new administration, but the elected figure understood that something malignant was starting to take over him and, as Victor told me, he told journalists: "Pka Turbin is working here, the editorial staff will not get money for the salary." Without money you can not.
Turbin leaves for Tomsk, in one of the regional newspapers. Nina is traveling with her husband. Then there is only one horror. Victor comes home from work, and Nina is dead, committed suicide. Victor did not survive this, his heart ached for a long time.
They were buried in Kolpashevo. So there was no former merry fellow and joker Victor and his wife. Since then, not one year has passed, but we remember them. How bitter ...