Mission 777 Possible. Marina Sprouz

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      Exams passed. In the dean’s office, the secretary, a woman in her fifties, said, “Oh…” – looking at my card – “you passed the exams well, and you have a preference for admission, as an orphan, you might make it.” I don’t know why, but this humiliating word – orphan, which appeared in my life, I hated; I felt ashamed or something, it sounded humiliating and unpleasant. Why pity for me caused my displeasure, I didn’t know then.

      It’s done!…

      This day I will remember for a long time. Everyone gathered in the backyard of the medical institute to find out the admission results. I was no longer nervous; there was a boldness in my soul and calmness. Klavdiya Aleksandrovna, my grandmother, wore a colorful dress with red roses scattered on it. People stood in clusters, and I walked around near the steps. My grandmother stood with her arms folded, waiting. The lists were brought out. Yes!! Among those admitted, my surname shone. My grandmother stood a bit away. I looked up, our eyes met, they sparkled and were wet with tears of happiness. I made it! My grandmother reached out to me, choked with tears of joy, and we hugged as the culmination. A new life was beginning for me!

      Student Years

      Oh, those student years… My school teacher was right when she said, “student years are the best, the most interesting.” Back then, I didn’t understand why they were better. Sleepless nights until morning, wandering aimlessly, studying, boys… I was like a blind kitten with wide-open eyes, but blind. My hair was full and reached below my shoulders, standing and slightly wavy. I wore wooden trinkets on my chest, brightly painted with black arrows, and bright clothes; to onlookers, I seemed “beautiful and brave,” like in a song. All my classmates thought so… that I was from a big city, unaware that I came from the small town of Semivetrinsk. Kharkiv welcomed me into its embrace. I didn’t know how young people lived, I was only occupied with the institute, and after classes at seven in the evening, I barely had the strength to eat and study. My body was tuned to one program: studying. Of course, I observed people, watching and staring at our Jewish classmates in the group. It’s amazing… they are smarter than many people, how their minds work… they have an answer for everything. Several Jewish boys and girls studied in our group. One even had a crush on me, secretly watching me during classes. When I realized I might fail the biochemistry exam, I turned to him, and he said, “You’ll pass, I have connections, you’ll get a four.” When you live through the years, you remember your student days and think, “What if I had lived differently… If I had agreed to tie my life with Grisha, Petya, Vova, or Seryozha, things would have been different, I would have lived without want, without twists and turns… But something held me back, maybe it wasn’t fate, maybe it was a sinister force guiding me where I needed to go.

      What kind of pipe is this?

      Kharkiv. Shevchenko Park. Summer. There are many places here where you can stop and take a picture. A green bush stands on the lawn near the path. Amina, Grandma, and I lined up and asked a photographer working in the park to take a picture of us.