Vasilyeva Valentina Andreyevna_x000D_ _x000D_ Tells the great-grandson, a student of class 5 B GBOU SOSH No. 191 Saint Petersburg, Podbolotsky Leonid: "last time I told about my great-grandfather-pilot Vasiliev V. A. and his sisters-blockade runners, and now I want to tell about my great-grandmother Vasilyeva V. A., who together with her mother, my great-great-grandmother, Baykova A. I. lived in Kuznechny lane. At the beginning of the war, she was a teenager and studied at school No. 300, which was located on B. Moskovskaya street. When the first bombs suddenly fell on the city in September 1941, she and her school friends, like many children of that time, put out fires from land mines, and when the school was closed, her great-grandmother was sent to logging. The winter of 1942 was very cold and her hands and feet were frostbitten. After returning to the besieged city, she became a nurse at hospital No. 112, which was located on the Fontanka river. In the same hospital there were sewing workshops, where my great-grandmother's mother worked together with her sister Antonova E. I., they sewed clothes for soldiers. I also want to tell you about my grandfather's family, his parents-mom and dad lived on Ligovsky, 99. great-Grandfather Tumarkin IV, defended the Pulkovo heights, was shell-shocked, wounded several times. My great-grandmother, B. Y. Tumarkina, stayed at home. The family had three children, the oldest-8 years, the middle-3 years and the youngest-1 month. The little one didn't survive and died. My grandfather spent the entire war in the active army, and my great-grandmother and her children spent all 900 days in Leningrad. My grandfather was born after the war in 1952. I have a friend, Sonya. Once her great-grandmother prilutskaya F. G. and my great-grandmother Valya studied at school No. 300 and lived on Kuznechny, they were friends. And on May 9, 1945, Sonia's great-grandmother knocked loudly on the door of my great-grandmother, who had returned from duty, in the morning and shouted: "Valka, victory, victory! On the street, on the street!" They ran to Marat, to Nevsky. Strangers were singing and congratulating each other! Hugging! And they, the girls who had grown up over the years, cried, laughed and dreamed of a happy future! We are still friends with our families, already in the fourth generation, and on May 9 we go to the "Immortal regiment" campaign and visit the "900 days of the Blockade" memorial-this has become our family tradition!"