Larisa Potapova biography

Tarusa, Kaluga region. In the year, she moved to the Moscow Region village of Perelovka and entered the technical school of the Ministry of Industry of Building Materials. In the year, at the end of the accelerated course of the Moscow Mining Institute, it was aimed at working in the VNII of the Superior. At the institute later-Gazprom Promgaz OJSC worked in an electrical laboratory, the design department, and the department of scientific and technical information.

The total work experience in society is 32 years. I spent the memories of “the war years in my hometown of Tarusa, not far from Serpukhov. Father, Nikolai Ivanovich Potapov, was not subject to a call for health reasons, was a white -album. However, he entered the army, underwent military training in the city of Murom and was sent to the front in the year. In the same year, the father was killed in battles near Gzhatsky.

The fellow soldier, a resident of our district, announced his death about his death. The Germans bypassed Tarus. Before they were pushed from Protvy to Maloyaroslawan, a real threat of occupation hung over the city. There was a moment of abundance in December. But the city did not “scatter”, did not fall into anarchy, looting. Once, in this managerial vacuum, baking and distribution of bread to residents were even organized.

Maybe the reason is that the population was special. Here, many affected by the rights of the rights, who were forbidden to live in the capital, settled in the capital. Tarus and the surroundings were bombed. Our anti -aircraft guns, who defended the area from air strikes, stood at the church bell tower in Byokhovo 4 km from Polenovo. It was the highest place.

Already in the year, the first evacuated - refugees from Ukraine appeared in the city. I remember how the cavalry of Leo Dovator passed through Tarus: horses, burgers of riders - all this was very spectacular. I can’t say that we were very hungry. In the fall of the year they managed to remove potatoes from the fields. There was a kindergarten with fruit trees.

Nearby was a state farm where you could buy products or exchange them for things. When there was no bread and flour, the inhabitants were given grain. My father and I went to grind him to the mill. Then I learned to bake bread in a Russian stove. Classes at school continued. Our teachers were from the old time, a graduate of the Institute of noble girls. Until now, with gratitude and reverence, I recall teachers in mathematics, Russian, and German, who not only conveyed subject knowledge, but also showed an example of dignity and education.

Cultural life did not freeze in the city: a club worked, performances were going on, we participated in theatrical productions. In years, they began to call on the front of our classmates. Their relatives received not only letters from the front, but also news of wounds, funerals. In one of the classes of our school, only one boy, Vasily, remained alive.

He returned to the city after injury. Victory Day remembered this: the people are running to the square. Make a rostrum. The rally is going. It is announced that the war is over. Everything is fast, noisy, a little unrealistic ... "