Родословная

Здесь я собираюсь описывать родословную, как я ее создаю, какие трудности.

Все началось летом 1987 года. Бабушка Серафима Ивановна была жива и в ясной памяти, деду лежал, практически не разговаривал, болел. С помощью бабушки и т.Риты мы за один вечер исписали два листа ватмана мелким почерком. Поразительно, бабушка помнила мне кажется все всех родственников, не только их имена, но и даты рождения/ухода, у кого какие дети, кто где живет и т.п. Эти листы ватмана сохра

нились у моих родителей и очень пр

игодились в 2011 году. Осенью 2010 года после ремонта первого этажа дачи мне захотелось на стена

х вывестить фотографии тех кто строил дачу, жил здесь. Для этого у родителей были взяты альбомы фото и отсканированы фото Сергея Семеновича, Лидии Матвеевны. И в голову стали лезть мысли восстановить, систематизировать информацию о предках.

В Феврале 2011 года на юбилее Лины Степановны (75лет) я впервые опрашивал родственников, сканировал фотографии во время юбилея))) и выспрашивал кто где на фотографиях.

И вот 21 Марта 2011 года по сове

ту друга Хургина Бориса я зарегистрировался на сайте familyspace.ru и начал наше дерево.

Через неделю мы с дочерью поехали в с.Карагай и за два д

ня разобрали (как казалось) весь архив оставшийся от Шалимова С.Г. Но среди фото не оказалось интересных старинных фото, которые оказались в доме по

К.Маркса, 17, где сейчас летом и только летом живут мои родители.

В программу рисования дерева на сегодня приглашены

Равилов Валера

Равилов Витя

Ильиных Сергей

Чиркова Наталья

Шалимова Света

Не все занялись продолжением моего проекта, но я не теряю надежды собрать максимум информации и позже заняться поискам по архивам

Пока неясно где искать

Родственников Шалимова Ивана Георгиевича (Пермсий край? Губаха?)

Родственников мой бабушки Лидии Матвеевны (Беларусь?)

Родственников Семена Ильича (Полтава? староверы?)

My Daughter

I am goinig to describe Sveta... Soon

My gaughter was born in 1996, her mother is Natalia Gobunova, her father is myself

Jokes from Malta ))) April 2008

* If we are what we eat, I am easy fast and cheap

* Why is a football pitch always wet? 'couse the players driblle a lot !

* I've passed my IQ test, and I've got negative result!

* If practice makes perfect, and nobody perfect, why practice?

December 2007: Leningrad

I haven’t been writing anything since last month because of the election in Russia. My company was supplying different kinds of coated paper, cardboard, etc and actually, I was up to the eye in work. Fortunately, our people were able to vote as successfully as they could and so, I’d like to describe my trip to Saint Petersburg, which I made almost 1 month ago. And another event happened, we wrote a test, the half term test of our upper-intermediate course and I want to use most of grammar, phrase verbs, idioms in order to fix the knowledge ;)
I remember my first trip to St. Petersburg. It was 1988 and the town had a name “Leningrad’. I was at school when our 10A class decided to earn some money for a journey and so we washed floors and classrooms every evening. It lasted, I suppose from September to January and eventually we earned enough money. Now I think we got only a part of the money we needed, anyway, we were proud of ourselves. I can’t imagine the same situation in modern school. My memory doesn’t save the details, apart from winter, the subway, the famous armored car ‘bronevik’ on Mars field, which was used in 1917 by Lenin who climbed onto it and told to the people round about a bright future.
Almost 20 years later I flew to SP again. The aim was to see friends who I had met in Malta, to inhale deeply the air of Neva, to enjoy SP’s night life. I didn’t mind visiting the tsar’s palace in Pushkino. I remembered we’d visited it with classmates the moment we were shown into the huge, enormous, sparkling throne-room. It’s the pearl of the palace, every decorated element covered by gold; old, full-length mirrors everywhere; and a weird ceiling which is changing its pattern while you are approaching the end of the room. If you looked through the windows you’d see a strictly organized vast park with statues, situated along the straight paths. But the most interesting thing about being in the palace is observing the amber room. That room had been ruined in 1941 by the Hitlerite intruders and its pieces had been stolen and lost. The specialists had spent reconstructing the tiny fragments 20 years, and 50 years after the disaster the amber room was opened for viewing. Now it is looks like a valuable casket, but of an unusual size. Before the Great October Social Revolution we had a lot of beautiful palaces, then a lot of them were destroyed and only nowadays the Government is spending a lot of money to restore them. (Btw, in Perm old residential areas are being demolished, and new housing estates are being built in their place. I think it’s terrible. I saw plenty of old wooden houses in Irkutsk, which are fixed and preserved for the future generations. Next, we left the palace and walked along the paths. I wouldn’t recommend you to visit that place in winter, because the trees are naked, the wind very cold and you wouldn’t fully enjoy it. After the palace our tour bus went to another ‘famous’ place, called ‘Podvorie’, a typical tourist trap. It is a restaurant built like a country house decorated by traditional Russian attributes. A waiter said that they used for cooking only their own products, including locally produced meat, vegetables, berries and even vodka. We were told that it’s a favorite place of … of course, Vladimir Putin, don’t forget its 2007 year now))). All waiters were dressed in traditional Russian costumes, head-dresses and boots. Out of the blue, they organized a circle, took musical instruments and the concert began. Their choir sang Russian folk songs so professionally we were amazed. Next each of us got a small musical widget and began to participate in show, which was a lot of fun. Afterwards I saw our president in TV news, his wife and he really arrived at the same café in Moscow, and probably the waiter didn’t lie.
Well, we were able to have some spare time for the sightseeing and we were ready for a prolongation. As we were walking along Nevsky avenue, we felt cold and I thought I could do with a drink for health. We found out small café, no, it was a ‘native’ bar where people could drink a quick shot, without taking off their coats. The 50 milligrammes of cognac cheered me up. After a couple of hours we decided to go to a funnier place, ‘Purga’. It actually means blizzard if you want translation, but in Russian ‘purga’ also means ‘utter rubbish’. What’s bar like? it’s a very strange place, a tiny bar with small tables, tight space and sky-high prices. It almost let me down , but, at 11.50pm, Santa’s appearance caused a gale of ecstasy round. Really, every evening the people are being entertained with Santa Claus (Ded Moroz). We didn’t waste our time, we celebrated NEY YEAR in October! Waiters are obviously used to doing it every day; they wear dress a hare and spread ears near the entrance. Like children, we made a circle, sang and danced in a ring, as for me, I won a Christmas cracker and Bengal light. Russian doesn’t accept celebrating the New Year without our president’s official address. It’s a custom to hear the speech with a glass of champagne in hand. In fact, the president was a cartoon and nobody wanted to listen, but it urged us to fire the lights and fill our glasses. As usual, everybody wished each other Happy New Year and hugged each other. During the evening I suppose I clinked glasses with everybody and met a people from a lot of different places. SP is well known such bars, weird and original.
The next evening we set off to another cosy place, ‘Honey Money’! If you have been in ‘Rock Café’ you have an idea about places with live music. Speaking personally, I quite like listening to live music, especially the blues but that evening we enjoyed rock-n-roll. Old photos of pretty Blondie girls, Elvis Presley, pink cars – symbols of America life style everywhere. Stunning place. The first thing we saw was a long queue, we waited about hour before could approach a bar counter. How many eccentric people around, some in wide cowboy hats, some dressed in leather outfits. I saw a couple of black women, one of them looked like a convict, she had a tattoo that covered her chest and arms and she danced so actively, I’ve seen a similar dance only in Cuba. After celebrating New Year the day before I was exhausted and was having a rest, but I really enjoyed the atmosphere. The band consisted of four people, one woman and three men. They played the lovely rock-n-roll music, very active music and people danced; everybody knows what it’s like. ‘Honey Money’ organized a course for all newcomers who wanted to learn how to dance. We left at 5am satisfied and delighted. It was the first night I came to understand the local joke about drawbridges. All citizens must know the timetable of the drawing of the bridges; otherwise they would stay near a bridge, sadly looking at the opposite bank of Neva River. This is what happened to us. The driver of the car we caught was optimistic about the bridge at first, but soon gave up and even didn’t take any money. We longed to get home, had a several goes at catching a car, but nobody wanted to give us a lift… At last, we were given a lift by a gypsy cab driver. Really, in spite we were not far from home, the journey took hour and fifteen minutes. The driver was so kind that he agreed to bring me to the airport in several hours.
It was an incredible trip, it was terrific fun, I saw my friends I’d met in Malta, I visited weird and stunning bars, even a theater, and I had a ball! I hope I’ll visit SP soon. To be frank, I find that SP is better than Moscow, the rough, overcrowded capital of our country.
Now, I’m preparing my official suit for Vienna, as I got an invitation from my partners. In several days I’m in for an excursion to a mill plant, the symphony orchestra, sightseeing in Vienna and two free days just for fun. I dig out my camera and I’m going to add a new report to my page soon. I hope I won’t lack impressions ;)))

Austria Dec 2007

Hi, I am describing our journey to Austria. I hope, I will have finished it by the end of Jan. Unfortunately, I didn't take my professional photo camera and haven't got good pictureas, but I can offer to you photos from an another site about Vienna http://phototravels.net/vienna/index.html .

Malta. Sightseeing

Fish Market. Before I set my foot on Malta the first time, I’d read about Malta on the internet a lot. Basically, there were descriptions of the capital, about the incredible underwater world, of course, about Malta’s Knights and at last, about a local fish market. I was interested in shooting same uncommon pictures and I knew fresh fish were being sold by fishmongers only one day a week. Oh no, It’s a mistake. They sold fresh fish only several hours only one day in week. Poor foreign tourists, they never see a real fish market. After sellers almost finished their work and the most fresh and tasty delicacies have been sold, a crowd of idlers gathered. As for me, I had been told a fish market was situated in a small town called Marsaxllock and it opened at 7am. By sunrise I was in the central square of Marsaxllock. The time was 6.20am. I had to take a taxi, so early it was. I saw a handful of absolutely sleepy people, who were putting on tables different kinds of…frozen fish, strawberries and clothes. You would have smiled to see a typical tourist with a huge camera and a rucksack, who was wandering around at 6.30am again and again. But I saw the sunrise; I saw hundreds of fishing boats what were sleeping in a bay, I saw how fishermen’s boats, full of catches, arrived from open sea, and how roughly they were preparing catches for selling. In order to succeed in shooting fish, you need to awake up early. I had been confused; I had not known any names of fish. Little by little, counters had been filled by plenty of creations. I try to list: Mazzolia, Kavalli, Klamari (squid), Awart, Dott, Lampuki, Spnot, Trill, Pagel, Gambli (shrimp), etc. Some of them where fresh and opened their mouths with no sound, heads of another were cut and skins were excoriated. I saw a piece of weird big fish, I suppose the diameter was almost 15 inches, but unfortunately the head was missing. A nice thing about the fish market is the kind atmosphere. Everyone smiled and nobody objected to my taking photos and I was able to take some good photos.

Valetta. I really liked Valetta! It’s the marvelous town, because the clever Maltese got rid of any advertising on the streets. It seems they don’t use air-conditioners, but all their air-conditioners were hidden in order to save the original historical appearance of Valetta. There are a government buildings, a working residence of Malta’s knights, museums, gift shops, open-air café, old fashioned carriages, and crowds of tourists in Valetta. I loved to wander around Valetta with my camera, very slowly, looking for interesting sights. Generally speaking, Valetta is one big museum. It’s difficult to describe, it’s a compact, unassailable, medieval town. If cars and buses left the city suddenly, you wouldn’t be aware of what period you were in. We went on a festival of food and fireworks, so I have an idea of how they celebrate their special dates. I was surprised, they don’t drink alcohol, at all. But they ate huge rolls instead of hamburgers with fries. In addition, Fireworks are respected in Malta; even a local holiday in a small village is accompanied by a firework, certainly. To be honest we weren’t satisfied by the performance, as I have been told later, it was a one step of competition between Mediterranean neighbors. Anyway, wine was being sold. Before we joined a festival, we’d enjoyed couple of bottles excellent red wine. Some people contend that wine helps us to speak and understand a foreign tongue. I agree as we arranged speak English that day and successfully, despite our ability, so we all were able to speak Russian. Also, I remember, I took Uri out sightseeing at night and we were alone on the highest tower, strong wind blew, and some big cargo ship was rushing confidently across the bay towards their destination. I have already told you about the fish market, that day I took a bus from Marsaxllock to Valetta, I had managed to go around the whole Valetta and at last, I decided go to the hotel on foot. I wouldn’t have made up my mind, but I had seen the biggest tower, which was situated exactly near my hotel. I had been walking for six hours before I put my shattered body into bed at 11pm.

I bought the excursion to Mdina at EC school. I was really interested in visiting new and new places. Mdina is a classical tourist trap. Citizens left this town many years ago. It is located in the middle of Malta. We visited the show ‘Mdina experience’, the movie about history of Malta from ancient times to our days. The most interesting thing about the show was a story how castles and other buildings were being built. The Maltese called that story ‘Heritage’. By the way, it’s very interesting. Natural stones were used for building. They just hadn’t any other materials. I went to an ethnographic museum and saw the reconstruction process. First of all, they dug out a layer. Next similar blocks were sawed and moved from a gallery by tracks. One fisherman, who I saw every morning on the shore said that now stones supplies have been depleted. So, I had been living in Malta for 4 weeks, but I hadn’t visited again ‘The town of silence’. It is still my dream, to visit Mdina at 8am and feel real pleasure…

Golden Beach, Gozo & Camino. Malta has no beaches, well almost. I know only one respectable beach, of course, it is called ‘Golden’. I had seen it when we were riding on bicycles. It’s a remote land. The bus takes about 1.5 hours from Valetta to Golden Bay due to the very complex roads and the streets are extremely narrow. There are old, bright yellow color buses in Malta. Believe it or not, all the buses had a different shape (!), different windows, doors and head lamps. Especially old models didn’t have a button to inform the driver about you wanted to get off. Otherwise a driver doesn’t stop till somebody beeps. So, the old models had laces which spread in the bus above passenger’s heads. It looked old fashioned and funny. A ticket for Golden Bay cost 0.5ML (approx. 1Euro).

Golden Beach had fine sand, sometimes high waves, enough for funny jumping among it and common kiosks with the well-known huge rolls. Although it was a beautiful beach, it was a bit too remote for my liking. There was another tiny beach I’d found out in Pacheville my first day and we spent our whole time there, apart from weekends.

Diving. I’ve heard Malta is a beautiful place for people who are interested in good diving, because the water is crystal-clear and you can see wrecks of ships which sunk a long time ago. Also, as I remember, even a world underwater photo competition is held every year. When I was walking along the sea front at the first day, I found out dive center ‘Neptune’ and I dropped in, by chance. Inside I was accepted by the boss. As I had several dozen dives, I was interested in wrecks or something. The boss said ‘Yeah, of course, you’ll see a beautiful site’ and I was even shown a book with a route and description of the object. We selected the underwater suit for me, equipment, flippers and I was booked for the next day. Quite satisfied I left the center. Next morning our group gathered near the center and we loaded our gas tanks and boxes with equipment in the minibus. To be honest, the price was very expensive. For example, in Egypt two dives from a boat, with lunch costs 35-40USD, in Malta two dives from the shore (!) cost 27ML=80USD. This was an very expensive rate. But I couldn’t have missed a possibility to record Malta’s note in my dive logbook. And so, we put our suits and equipment on and tried to reach the water. It was difficult, breakers were strong and stones were slippery and sharp. Because of there were hand-rails and I managed to get to calm water. What did I see under water? Utter rubbish, basically. I saw grass, stones, and several tiny little fish. In addition, poor visibility, enough cold water and a torn suit let me down. But the great disappointment waited ahead. I was just cheated by the boss; I hadn’t seen a wreck the first dive and second either. I can’t stand these things and the boss tried to explain to me about bad weather and promised me a wreck next dives. At the same time I promised to pay later… I was so annoyed, the money hadn’t been paid. I think it’s a draw, 1:1. )))

Basically, tourists spend one or two days and have no time to absorb the beauty of the island, a silence of the ancient towns, a friendliness of the inhabitants, and an irritation of the bus drivers. Tourists should be required to live in Malta at least one week. Time is flying and by January 2008 Malta will lose their currency, ML as Malta is going to become to be a competent EC member. Newspapers write articles against funny yellow buses, what are polluting the environment. Fish supplies have been depleted and the Mediterranean Sea is empty (as I’ve seen!). Malta is changing as the whole world. If you decide to see Malta, you ought to fly in April or May. Because the weather isn’t intolerably hot, but you are able to swim in open sea. You would manage to see castles and towers without thinking about an air-conditioned tour bus.
In conclusion, Malta is good place for sightseeing and just having a rest.

About EC School (Malta again)

I’d like to remember my English lessons in Malta. It was a terrible first day, I was late for a test! I try to be punctual and I had even found the school day before, but I was lost. The test began at 7.30am and nobody was waiting for me, no doubt. I was led to a small crowded room and given several sheets of paper with a printed test. The people around me had been doing the test for 15 minutes by my appearance and I began to feel very uncomfortable. In addition, I almost didn’t understand the teacher. But the process in school was so well-organized that in a dozen minutes someone invited several of us to continue the test in another room, which was quiet and calm. The test was really difficult for me. I didn’t understand a recording and wrote a muddled creation for free subject. In conclusion, I ticked in the test small windows, my memory allowed me do it correctly evidently. It’s evident that my Russian English school gave me good knowledge! I confirmed my pre-intermediate level and I’ve got 50.2 points! It was my little success that day.

After the test finished we had a free time. I did nothing useful and was wandering around the building, ate a roll with a lemon-tea and I took a lift up to the roof by 12 pm. Someone students tried to have a tan, someone read, I stared at people round. At last, a crowd of future students gathered. There were plenty of eccentric teenagers, several middle aged people and even an old woman. I hadn’t seen any people my age and was very surprised. A loud voice was screaming out our names and we had been invited to our classrooms.

It was a lucky break; the first teacher I had met in school was Simon. He could make a kind, patient, comfortable atmosphere. He urged and encouraged us to express our opinion and did it very politely and our levels were taken into consideration. We didn’t have two similar lessons with Simon. For instance, we were solving one problem after we had survived in a desert after crash landing. Each of us had got a list of 15 items and we should have ranked it in order of their importance for a personal survival and after that, all together, we should have written one list. For example, we had been given torch, knife, map, loaded pistol, parachute, mirror, 1 liter of water, vodka and etc. That communication activity taught us the most important thing in the similar situation is a mirror as it can be used to signal for help. Simon’s lessons were liked by everyone. I had three lessons every day, apart from the weekend. Basically, we were taught new words and expressions all 4 weeks, books were seldom used. Now I have a pile of some materials and I still can’t throw it out.

So, the next teacher I remember was D. He was very shrewd, looked like a psychotherapist and each lesson was brain storm. For example, one task was ‘The ark’. Of course, again, we had to vote for 5 lives from at least 12. Each of us prepared a speech and tried explain why exactly his or her person was most important. And we had a really difficult dilemma. Because of the plot, our leader had cancer, our officer was homosexual, our top-models were so skinny and may be ill and etc. First time in my life I felt desire to speak but hadn’t words. Anyway, the group had a same level and studies flew. The most challenging thing about being in English school is studying a lot of new words every day. Nobody wanted to check your knowledge and I was motivated to spend my free time to do it.
I learned new words and expressions by writing, listening and speaking every day. Fortunately, English is used in Malta by everyone. The most rewarding thing was my individual trip which I had bought just on the random travel agency after I had been learning English a couple of weeks. My ability was tested; I hadn’t been lost and even had been brave to asking questions. I left tour bus in a fish market quite satisfied. Let me continue about the fish market, school activities and sights next time.

To be continued…