Old photos - the intimate touch of the past already covered by delicate mist of Nostalgia. This is the most sentimental part of my page that is always with me whenever I go grace to the wonders of modern technologies.

I realize that most of the details below must seem dead boring to the occaisional visitors but they just can leave if so - there's nothing easier. Being a true Egocentric I created this place mostly for myself. People I'm talking about here are all parts of me now and I want to celebrate them

	This first picture shows the most ancient of my ancestors I know of - my grand mother's parents, or step parents, should I say. The man in the picture is Galaktion Ivanovich Kokorev. In fact he was my grand mother's cousin who adopted her after she's been found at the breast of her dead mother being just 6 months old. She had three older sisters. One of them, Vera, later also came to live in Galaktion Ivanovich family after several miserable years spent as apprentice of a seamstress. Oldest of the four, Ludmila, finished her days in a monastery as a nun, and the seccond one, Katerina, had a remarkable life. She recieved a good education in a boarding school, then got married to a very wealthy man called Fedor, son of a millionair but thet hadn't a chance to live long together. Young husband turned out to be some sort of a marksist and has been shot during honeymoon trip down the Volga river on his own ship. Katerina's father-in-low had 11 sons apart from the killed one and all of them proposed to her after she's become a widow. She however hasn't accepted any of them and lived in their family as a sister in luxury untill she's got married again. All that events naturally took place before communist revolution that broke lives of so many people including my family
	This is my grand-grandmother, Anna Ivanovna Kokoreva, quite a few years later, around 1927, with her little daughter Olga, my future grandmother. They lived in a small village upon Volga called Selo Krasnoe. The Second World war started when Olga has been 17 year old. It brought horrific famine. Olga went to work in the factory which produced bombs fort the front. Every month she and her mother together with millons of other Russians received cards for bread. A year later Olga got married to a handsome engeneering officer, my Grandpa.
	Here they are together soon after the marrige, Efim Yakovlevich Shafirkin and Olga Nikolaevna Shafirkina. I love this photo.
	This is Igor Vsevolodovich Tikhomirov, father of my father. He was a millitary radio engeneer ( now you understand why I like Radiohead :). His first wife Evdokiya gave him five children and tragicly died of typhus during Second World war while her husband was at the front. My father was the fourth kid in the family and was only 4 year old when he lost his mother. Immediately after the war was finished Grandpa Igor got married for the second time to the rather famous and talanted painter Antonina Balashova. My dad spent all his childhood in the millitary schools that he hated intensly

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