This amazing story happened more than 10 years ago, but telling it now doesn’t leave me feeling like it was only yesterday.
So one summer morning my mom suddenly said to me:
Do you remember I said that we have relatives in the N-sk? To find them...
What is known? The name? The street where you lived?
"When we lived in Novosibirsk, they were often transcribed, I still remember the address: Trofimov, 28. And as they moved to Moscow, they lost... And I remember the name - Zhuleev. These are cousins of my father, their three brothers were, and the middle Cyril I remember very well, he came to us when I was three or four years old.
My mother is a storehouse of ideas, sometimes comparable to flying to the moon. But in the age of computer technology, why not look for it?
Do you want to go and look for it?
Why not go, right? The town is small. If I don’t find it, I just travel.
My mother is going on a journey. The question is where to stop.
By the way, the streets of the School in N-sk Yandex cards I did not find, because. The name was changed, as it was later discovered.
At the time, the classmates were very popular. Having unsuccessfully searched for Zhuleev there in the N-sk, it was decided to go the non-trivial way: taking the most common surname Ivanov, I was immediately lucky, because there were several in the N-sk. I wrote to them all, say, people we are not local, we are looking for the relatives of Zhuleev, do you not know such (a small town). I would also like to know about the hotel, as we are going to your city for two weeks from 1 to 15 July. Help as you can.
The first Ivanov replied that, said, yes, there is a hotel "Hlavna" and the phone gave it, but he did not hear anything about Zhuleev. The second Ivanov Kostya (we then became friends with him) said that he had a friend with a private hotel on the border of the city, but he also knows nothing about Zhuleev. And the third Ivanov wrote the following: “Unfortunately, I will not be in the city at these dates. But here’s the phone number of my wife, she’ll be in the city: it’s not good if a man in our city is lost.” The Wives. Here, in this place, my mother and I naturally cried: this is how our whole country holds on Ivanov! Give a stranger the number of his wife, only so that the guest does not get lost.
Well, I think a couple and about tickets to think about. Without saying anything to my mother, I buy tickets for the train back and forth, and in a couple of days I say, say, come, tickets on hand. To say that my mother was surprised, not to say anything: it was she just thought so, thoughts out loud, and here - and tickets have already been bought.
Where do I go, to whom? My mother cried.
“There you’ll find out,” I replied, waiting for an empty apartment for two weeks.
Of course, we booked a private hotel for my mom, and overall I didn’t have any concerns about her fate.
By the way, right before my mother left my cell phone broke, completely. I gave her my, too, very old apparatus, but quite alive.
So, the march of Slavyanka was accomplished, my mother went on search, taking old photos with relatives, I stayed in Moscow, and each of us had a life.
My mother said, “I got on the train and I thought, ‘Where am I going?’ What if I find no one there? Do I need it at all? There are no hotels there? Or maybe I’ll get to Peter, go out, talk there for two weeks, and then go back and say I haven’t found anyone? Then I think, well, how to do so, a child (and at 30 we are also children for their parents) bought tickets for their money, and what do I do...? I am determined, I will go to the end.
I come, parking as always 2 minutes, hardly had time to get out of the car, I look, and around the forest, and no one, and the station building is not. I was specifically caught in panic. Where to go? Where are people. People, by the way, were in front of me, just my car was the last. I’m running after those people, even asking where the station is. The station was in the middle of the platform, very beautiful. Then I found a taxi and went to the hotel. I knock, I call, and no one opens. I called the owner of the hotel – it doesn’t fit.”
At this point, I call my mom to find out how it went. She says no, because there is no one. I call Kosta, where is your friend? A friend, it turns out, has gone to the funeral, but is coming soon. Okay, his mother waited for him, settled very comfortably and life was immediately more fun.
The next day I call her for lunch, what do you do? And I, he says, is already in the garden of Kirill (her uncle)! How, I say, is it so? Did you find it at night? He says in the morning. And he tells:
“Wake up, strengthened, dressed up, painted (not seeing relatives for 50 years) and went. In the world as a cane. Well, I think where to go? I remember that one of my brothers was a professional musician and was even the director of a music school. Here I will start with her.
The town is small, with all the hands. I asked if there was a music school. It is said to be around the corner. I go to school, the door is open, but there is no one, summer vacation. I go in and ask, people, who is there? There, they answer, on the second floor, get up. I get up and there is a woman sitting at the table:
Hi to you! What did you want?
Good day! I am looking for relatives, Jules.
Everything I remember, I tell her. She thought about. No, he says, you do not need the Zhuleevs, but the Pancrats. I am, say, what Pancrats, I have never heard such a name. She said, wait, I’ll call her son.
Hello my son, hello! Tell me, where is the Stas Pancrats now? In the car shop? And his father Kirill? In the hospital? I understand, well thank you!
So, you need Kirill Pankratov, your uncle, he is in the hospital planned with the heart. Here, in the corner. My son and I studied together.
Well, I doubt, the name is not that. Well, okay, I go to the hospital, especially nearby.
After saying goodbye to the director of the music school (and it was she), I got to the hospital in five minutes, found out where Pankratov lies, got up in the chamber, knock, go, there are several men lying there, and he is not among them, i.e. My uncle is not there, no matter what name he is. I ask, where are the pancrats? Yes, on the procedures, it will come now, they answer. I sit down, I wait, the door opens and enters...Kyril! I immediately recognized him and threw myself on my neck, shouting, “Kyril, dear!”
And he said, woman, something I do not recognize you. And I show him with my hand, say, wait, now, and I get a black-and-white photo from my bag, where he is 21 years old and he holds me 3-4 years old in his arms and show him. Well, then he recognized me, of course, shouting “Alenka, is it you?!”Then you hugged and kissed and cried. They sat down and remembered. Yes, he says, I need to call Stas to come here urgently. and calls:
- Stas, come to the hospital urgently, no, health is fine, come, I say.
While we were talking, Stas arrived. He walks through the hallway, tall, smiling. And Kirill says to him:
“Meet me, Stas, this is your sister, Olya.
Stas, cleverly shaking his eyes, asks:
Does my mother know?
The laughter spread throughout the hospital.
Of course, Kirill immediately signed out, and we all went home to him. Then there were sessions, stories, who and what and where.
And with the surname in general, it was interesting: Kirill's mother, Avdotia, had two sons from the first marriage, the first husband died and after some time she married again, just for Zhuleyev, and gave birth to a third son. Father was a very good man and did not want his older brothers by their surname, so they remained Pankratov. "
Do you stay at the hotel? What you are, Mother answers, Kirill as he learned that I am in the hotel, immediately, says, move to us. I said, so what can I do, maybe I will live in a hotel, why do you bother? And Kirill said to her, yes, you say, the whole city will laugh at me and be ashamed: her nephew from Moscow lives in a hotel!
Stas then told us that he had seen our photos (mama and her father) and all asked his relatives what they were and where they were.
Then my mom met and took a picture. In the memory.
The next day, my mother went to see the area. Right behind Kirill's house, a German blend was preserved, then the road went to the mountain and the forest. Walking a little, she saw a spring. He, as it turned out, was found by her grandfather (the father of Kirilla) and arranged. There were huge valleys and caves. I walked a little further and saw a local attraction - the Soap Lake. The water is so soft that you can wash without soap.
The next day, my mother decided to go for a walk in the center. When I went back, I saw a taxi standing. I asked him if he could bring him to Trofimov, 28. And he answers, say, of course I’ll go. Ask me how much the trip costs. He is nothing to me... I say, say, but how do I understand it? He says, “Are you looking for your brother, Stas Pancratoff? You’re from Moscow?” I say, say, yes, it’s me.
All of our relatives there are not one generation of railroad workers. And the first was the grandfather, and his shape of the railroad is now hanging in the museum in N-sk. The Dynasty. The homeland.
After this story has been many, many years and we visit them and they visit us.
This is how we found.
And this story is told at every family holiday, and not always by the participants themselves and with new details.