When I was a child, I made my grandmother’s photo album. I must say that my grandmother had 3 brothers and 5 sisters. So here I see the photo of a 16-year-old girl, on the turn it is written: In memory of Nina. I look like my grandmother, only my grandmother is Zoya. There are no sisters of Nina. I ask her, Booch, and who is Nina? She whispers and says that Nina is my grandmother.



My grandmother’s father, Paul, was a forest worker and they lived in the woods. In March, when the grandmother was born, about a couple of weeks later, the father went to the district center, and at the same time went to the GSC to see, to register the child. The mother ordered her daughter to be recorded as Nina. While the father was going to the wardrobe, he went to his and his mother's relatives, told about the newborn. Of course, on the joys with the family this event was celebrated. Given that Paul’s great-grandfather had nine children, you can imagine the number of relatives. When he arrived at Zack, he forgot the name of his daughter. I wrote down the first thing that came to my mind. His mother waited for him in the woods. When he came with the duty, the illiterate wife took the document, and went for the icon. And my grandmother until the age of 16 was all called Nina, until she took her certificate in her hands to go for a passport. He said, Oh, it was...