After living in a mining village, "civilization" became attractive

I was very proud of my father. On the eve of the war (I was graduating from the third grade at the time), there was a particularly respectful attitude towards military uniforms. When the lower-ranking people saluted my father when they met, I walked next to him, thinking with pride: "This is my dad! So tall!" (he was, in general, of average height). But I was also afraid of my father: he was strict. He was from the peasants, and the peasant streak remained in him for the rest of his life: rejection of excesses, prudence, and some severity. When I went to music school after seventh grade, he didn't openly object, but he wasn't happy. He thoroughly convinced me: "Maybe you'll get a matriculation certificate first?"

After the war, when I grew up, he really wanted me to fall in love with the same things he did, to be interested in the same things he was. But... It was at that time that something began to separate us. I loved the city very much, and I never wanted to leave Leningrad for a moment. After living in a small mining village, "civilization" became especially attractive to me as a teenager — the opportunity to just wander and admire the streets of the city, the bridges over the Neva River, read old books miraculously preserved in the home library, dress up and go to a concert or a cafe with friends where music is playing.

And his father, after the hardships of the war, was happy with the silence of the forest. Put on old trousers, pull on boots, and go to the mushrooms. He persistently called me, the eldest of the children, a man, to come with him. I didn't need it. But more often than not, I agreed. And there was a counteraction in the soul.: I really wanted to gain complete independence! But the feeling of respect, reverence for him as an elder, and also, probably, the fact that he tried not to read morals, just stared at me intently, saying, what kind of person are you? "it was all getting the better of me.

My dad died in 1969, a long time ago. As if I can see it now, I clearly remember how he packed his things for the road (he had to travel a lot) — he did everything quickly, intelligently, and efficiently. As I wrote down in advance what I should take with me. How he invariably made a list of things to do in order to complete every single one. I even remember cutting bread and making the bed...

"What about Mom?" You promised to tell us how she treated your problems during the difficult days of the evacuation, because the child has no less real problems than adults, but we somehow forget about it as we age...

— Mom... She's kind, forgave me a lot. When I was little, she could be persuaded to allow something, but you can't always convince your father. Besides, my father was with us less often — my mother was closer to me. She almost never raised her voice, rarely punished. The biggest punishment for the offense was not letting her go for a walk with a friend.

A reserved person, she didn't show enthusiasm if her son was doing something well. But she was sympathetic to all my hobbies and escapades. I wanted to be an artist, and I painted. He began to write novels, short stories, even poems, which were difficult. Later, during one evening, I decided: I will be a composer and no one else! Mom patiently watched all this, listened to the next "searchlights", did not remind me: "And just recently you ..." In short, she understood my impulses.

Despite all the difficulties of life, my mother became an artist, worked as much as possible, and exhibited at exhibitions, although not the most prestigious. Now she lives with my sister's family, and no matter how things "turn around", of course we see each other. My wife and I try to bring my music to all concerts, performances, and films where my music is played.

— When there are two children in a family, it happens that they are not friends: the younger one is allowed more, the older one is offended, jealous. How was it with you, did your parents do anything to prevent this from happening? https://pueblosmexico.com.mx/como-ha-evolucionado-la-apertura-de-cajas-en-cs2-en-2025-probabilidades-rentabilidad-y-tendencias-del-mercado