01.11.1925 - 06.02.1996 My grandmother, Nina was a home front worker. She came to the village of Yar-Sale back in 1942 at the age of 17. It was a difficult year. On the street every morning people gathered around a pole with a four-cornered loudspeaker, listened to the Sovinformburo reports and silently dispersed. There were fierce battles on the mainland. Everything for the front! Everything to win! My grandmother lived by this law. At the call of the party and the Komsomol, she went from the 8th grade of school to vocational school. They needed cadres to replace those who went to the front. According to the accelerated program, she studied as an assistant motorist and with a certificate of graduation from this school came from Tobolsk to the village of Yar-Sale. She sailed on the boats "Yarsalinets" and "Smidovich". The team was all female. War... Soon she was elected a Secretary of the Komsomol organization. What was her job in those years? For example, our district produced mainly fish, so the task was to give the country as much fish as possible. The motor-fishing station was to provide nets for collective-farm fishermen. But where can they get them? Komsomol members were unwinding old ship's ropes, twisting ropes for nets out of strands, hurting their hands. The vital issue was the preparation of firewood. First of all, they took care of the families of front-line soldiers. THey took sleds and went along the Yumba River. They picked up the branches of trees that grew along the banks. How much of such fuel was required to survive the long Yamal winter is anyone's guess. But they collected enough. Wet, frozen, they had a quick meal of fish and went back to work. Once my grandmother spent three days in the "partridge hut" - riding on deer (to another locality before one could only get on deer in a winter and on kayaks in a summer) in Salekhard and she was caught by Blizzard. What to do? She stuck the sled upright in the snow, a snowdrift immediately drifted around, and hid there. She had food with her. Three days later, the Blizzard ended, and she went on. Needless to say, life was difficult. But there were no moans or complaints. As my grandmother told me about may 1945: "I was walking from the workshop one day. It was overcast. Snow was falling and the wind was blowing. Suddenly I see the first Secretary of the district party Committee running towards me. Shouts: "Victory! I forgot where I was going. Running back to the workshop, I stumble, fall, and to my comrades at the top of my voice: "Victory! It was broadcast on the radio: Victory! " in a matter of minutes, Yar-Salin residents filled the square at the podium, kissing, crying with joy, remembering those who did not live to see this day, went to the front and did not come backn. The rally was held without preparation. This day has remained in my memory forever!” My grandmother may not have participated in the war herself, but she made a huge contribution to helping the front-line soldiers, lived a long and difficult life. In her youth, she learned what cold, hunger, and the loss of loved ones mean. It was hard for everyone then... I remember! I'm proud!