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Biography

I was born in a small prairie village of the Saratov Region. I was the fifth child in my family. My mother was the only working person in the family. My father had already been dead. We were very poor. From my early childhood I learned how difficult was the life of a village worker. In summer we got up very early, at 4-5 a.m., went to the gardens which were located very far away, almost 7 kilometers from our village. We walked across the field that seemed to be endless. Shepherds were driving herds of cows ahead. Sounds of the horse whips on the ground, shepherds shouting, cows mooing… these are from the childhood memories too.

But the main — a huge sun, which rose from the horizon as by somebody’s invisible hand. Amazingly, but you can look at the morning sun without blinking! And how wonderful was it to walk barefoot on the dew damp grass…

“I was born on free lands,
Where air is crystal and expanse,
Where grow fields of golden wheat
And sunflowers without end.
There feather grass flowers in the prairie
And there are the roots of me!”

The difficulties of poor life, but at the same time rare kindness and love to people, patience which my mother possessed, left trace on the formation of my views to understanding human relations based on the main merits — decency and kindness. My mother had gone 46 years ago, but her philosophy of life — the philosophy of humility — I keep discovering till the present days. Our parents give us the roots of good things. From them are the gens of kindness, intelligence, health.

“When it`s cold and very wet
I want to hide under the wrap.
And listen to my knitting mother`s tales
As in early childhood days.”

“ … I went with my mother
She was a hayloft keeper
And listened to her stories
About love, and good and evil.
I was my mother’s “tail”
I helped her every day.
I cleaned and washed the floor with fun
A cleaning woman was my mom.”

Looking back at my path I thank fortune for giving me those colors of life, events, turns, meetings.

I graduated from college with a specialty “Hydro technical construction”. Got a direction for work to the Kaliningrad Region, to the village “Yasnaya Poliana”. At that time there was the irrigation collector system constructed. During the war the Germans, while retreating, burned all the maps on which the drain collectors were designated. With the help of aerial photography those maps had been restored and on land complicated repair works were performed. I was a hydraulic engineer, and there was a horse with a cart serving for me and an agronomist.

The work seemed to be very interesting for me and the village with beautiful German style house was very nice.

But it was not my destiny to stay there long. The news of my mother’s death had changed my plans. Consider my condition — I was only 19 and absolutely alone. That was the reason to go to my close friends which worked in different places of Krasnoyarsk Region.

For three years I was a master of construction work in taiga settlements. Here exactly I became a their work and respect their dignity. Working days ended in celebration of labour activities.

At that time there were such terms as “plan”, “socialistic competition”. The results were summed up, the best production workers were awarded.

Life was taking its toll, there was love, marriage, all mixed with the Institute study and career promotion. I became the First Deputy of a large building trust manager. And I was only 42! I was 1988, one year before Perestroyka (Reorganization).

Each generation experiences fateful difficulties of its epoch, somebody – revolution, somebody –war, and we had Perestroyka – an invisible war against all “society foundations” of that time. Everything collapsed from economy to morality.

I was so stressed by the collapse of the Soviet Power in a a short time, that my mind refused to accept the reality.

Exactly at that period of time I started to write my first poems.

During the “sick” reorganization period I wrote the following poems: “In a tram”, “Three musicians”, “The hawkers”, “An old woman sold lilacs” and the others. But my feeling of reorganization period I explained more accurately in the poem “I remember the old dream”.

We had to find spiritual forces to accept new changes in life. Find ourselves in that life. And the philosophy of humility makes itself felt.

It was a period of survival. There were no money in the country. Calculations between organizations were carried out by “barter” (pr4oducts exchange). Our Ministry was liquidated. And our trust had not resisted, it broke up into smaller organizations.

All this was happening not in one year, it took the time intervals in 12 years! Those were very difficult years for me. I was practically the first director of the trust and took all measures to ensure that workers have suffered the least material loss. And it means - to follow all legal rules on the payment of wages and severance pay.

The 90s! They had laid a deep scar on our generation! Now, when I am retired, I can say that despite all the difficulties there were happy moments, even in Perestroyka period.

It is in human nature to make friends, to love, togive birth, regardless of all the wars and revolutions.

During that period I write about friendship, love in my poems.

I am very sensitive and easily vulnerable. A close friend – is a subtle concept, like love. And it always hurts when this fine line breaks.

You have to be optimistic in love! Somebody did not respond to your feelings? Betrayed them? Yes! It is suffering! But! It means that that person was not your man!

Like any other person I am concerned with the topic "Eternity." My reflections on this subject, I gave in the poem "About eternal".

I thank my fate most of all for giving me two sons:

Your soul is filled with a special feeling, when there are grandchildren . You feel a particle in the continuation of generations, as if it gives you a kind of immortality:

I am still full of life plans, try to be in the whirl of affairs. I believe that only the rich life can push away the years. I try to follow my motto, "We have to live, but not have to live out!

And I think that my life was successful: I built a house, planted not a single tree, raised two wonderful sons.

Not everything went smoothly in my life. There were many mistakes and many successes. This is how I estimate myself in my poems:

To my readers! I will be very glad if my poems resonate in your hearts and find consent of complex issues of human relationships!

Anna.

“I was born on free lands,
Where air is crystal and expanse,
Where grow fields of golden wheat
And sunflowers without end.
There feather grass flowers in the prairie
And there are the roots of me!”
“When it`s cold and very wet
I want to hide under the wrap.
And listen to my knitting mother`s tales
As in early childhood days.”
“ … I went with my mother
She was a hayloft keeper
And listened to her stories
About love, and good and evil.
I was my mother’s “tail”
I helped her every day.
I cleaned and washed the floor with fun
A cleaning woman was my mom.”