There were many happy years.
I will cover my eyes - and like in a kaleidoscope: summer, bathing, so I climb on the cedar for the cones, we follow the mother in a string into the forest behind the raspberries. In the evening, the cows were driven to the meadow, and the people themselves, ten children, having tried some sour food, started some kind of game. I was leggy and fast. I, if played in pursuit, few could catch.
By the fall they were going to school, they bought textbooks in the store. They smelled so good.
In the sixth grade, a new girl came to us. I moved on the desk, she sat down. So we met with Masha. She came from Curolino. This is a small village, mostly exiles lived there, but it was a time when all exiles from our area received passports and became free.
Masha is of medium height, slim, with wavy hair. She studied well, like everything else in the class, but with her hair there was a case that is still in memory. Although more than 50 years have passed.
The fact is that we girls went to school with pigtails, and Masha cut her shoulder-length hair. It was in grade 10. It turned out beautifully, but the history teacher felt that it was immoral and right in the lesson Masha had arranged a dragging out. And so it was insulting and offensive, we were just afraid to breathe.
Teachers sometimes allowed themselves such things that we were simply amazed. A young foreign language teacher arrived, dressed in a fashionable, age-wise, short skirt. One of the teachers brought a centimeter and they measured length at a break. The teacher somehow quickly left, and there was no other who entered the universities - they did not pass the foreign one.
From school years remained in the memory of classes in the House of Pioneers. I was lucky with the director, her name was Tamara Mikhailovna Koroleva, if I'm not mistaken. We went to her dance group, performed in neighboring villages. They danced and sang. No matter how ridiculous, we sang the song "Moscow Dawns" with one of the girls. It was fun. Because I have neither hearing nor voice.
And the school is over. At the prom dresses sewed themselves. Mostly from calico. It does not matter that the outfits were simple. But the faces shone with youth.
We had a very friendly class, we still meet, call back, happy to each other.
Masha early married among the first. She gave birth to a son and daughter, now she has three grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
Masha had an interest in the exact sciences from a young age worked as an accountant, then a chief accountant.
Now Masha is retired. Next to hers is the family of her daughter and grandson. They are often seen, as befits their relatives, close people.