Name Rebecca in translation from ancient Hebrew means “devoted wife” and “the one that captivates”. It was the name of my mom, and such she was. About her is impossible tell in a few sentences – I can only try…

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Ukraine, Vinnitsa, the happy family. My mom is 12 years old – she believe in herself and bright future.
All front: the war and victory, marriage, children and grandchildren, Far East and Far North …
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Mother brilliantly graduated from school and institute, became a teacher and then
director. She has worked in high school, school of young workers, has taught
Russian language to foreign students. Her lessons of literature were similar
to concerts: mother played the piano, talked about painting, recited from memory
Tolstoy, Chekhov, Mayakovsky… The pupils adored her… In newspapers and
magazines wrote about unusual lessons
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Mom and dad. Teacher of Russian language and Lieutenant of naval aviation.
The character of my mother was emotional, sometimes explosive. And instantly
easily appeased. She was a leader in the family, but it was hidden behind
the authority of father. The basic cares about home and childrenwere lying
on her, but even outside home mom was constantly in solving someone’s problems:
of teachers, pupils, friends and acquaintances… For me she up to now is an
example of devotion in love and friendship
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In the childhood I tried to get rid of mother’s influence. Today I realize that this
is not fully succeeded – sometimes I look at the world through her eyes. And that
helps me in the assessment of people, events and own actions
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July 18 my mother’s birthday. She loved gladiolus and forget-me…