LOOK INTO FAMILY ALBUM

(part 1)

My grandfather Kasyan Vasilyevich, as they said before, was given to the “children” of Rozhkov’s relatives, who lived in Ust-Chulym, Molchanovsky district, and he was born in Togur. Rozhkovyh children were not begged.

Grandma Anisya Vasilyevna from the Kulakovsky family, got married early, gave birth to nine children.

The village where they lived stood on Chulym, where this river flowed into the Ob. Nearby was a forest, mowing, berries. The rivers were fed: the fishermen fished and carried it away to Tomsk. In the summer - in special nevodniki, which were made so that Ob water in them came and went, so the fish remained fresh. In the nevodnik sat the helmsman, and the other men walked along the shore, pulling the boats by the ropes. In winter, the fish were transported to Tomsk carts. Merchants willingly bought goods, paid well. Mom remembered:

-Tyatya fulfilled all the orders of my mother's, brought sweets, sugar, clothes, shoes to older children, and even brought a whole roll of money. Mom put the sweets in the chest, we do not touch. And as she needed something in the chest, we're right there. Everyone will get something sweet.

There were few people in the village, two streets. Everyone knew each other. By the way, the birch, under which the children played, still stands.

I do not know if the headman was in the village. But the order was. Sterlet, sturgeon lived in the pits. When it was time to "break" the pit and get the fish, they all went out together. So with the berry: no one took the unripe. Everyone waited for ripening.

It was a village where they loved to have fun on the holiday, but there was no drunkenness, except for 2-3 families. The neighbors laughed: they took the bridle from the gate, went for hay. We arrived - the gate tied.

When the power changed, Ust-Chulym was recognized as unpromising. It was closed, we, like many, moved to Igrekovo.

Strange, this village also drowns. Sidewalks are built a meter and a half high. Now almost all the relatives of Igrekov have left, but the grandfather's house is worth it. The roof fell through, and the window blocks, the fence, the walls stand. Home about two hundred years.

In our family album, there is also a grandfather and grandmother, Kasyan Vasilyevich, during the war, the Molchanovskaya district newspaper wrote, caught fish to the front more than anyone. I could not see my grandmother, she died when I was not there yet.

Mom from Anisya Vasilyevna did not lag behind, also gave birth to nine children. The first four died young, and we, five, grew up.

In the house everything went on as usual. My grandfather fished, in the winter he worked at logging, in the summer they put hay for cattle. Grandmother first helped him in everything and then the children grew up, they replaced her. Already the little ones were accustomed to work, so the girls knew everything: to spin, knit, sew, embroider, cook, clean up.

Worked, rested on holidays. We walked in the evening. Growing up. Married, married. We got kids.

As far as possible relatives communicated. They lived with each other, helped. We still love our relatives.