These photos are from the same films as the ones with Nanny Katia from the previous post. Last week, when I started to look at them closely and to do some minor editing, I realized the strangest thing: there were way more photos of Nanny Katia than I remembered.
I’ve mentioned earlier that my mom didn’t print any photos where I was together with my father. That way, I remembered way less of him than I should have. This film is not an exception. There are several photos of my father and I where we are playing ball. I think, he id trying to teach me some soccer ๐
The pictures above were taken in Sosnovaya Polyana, and the next set of pictures was taken in Leningrad in the early fall. Until we scanned the negatives, I thought that the woman with whom I walk down to the Neva River is my mother, and only now, when I started enhancing the photos, I realized that it’s not my mom but Nanny Katia.
The next two photos are of very bad quality. I tried my best to enhance them a little bit but didn’t achieve much. And it was only today when I realized why: because it was not my mom who was took them but Nanny Katia.
And now – lots of me making silly faces ๐
My historical posts are being published in random order. Please refer to the page Hettie’s timeline to find where exactly each post belongs, and what was before and after.
walking down by the Neva river is a “wow” so famous in poetry
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You know, when I was in London, I felt this “wow” in so many places ๐ I guess, all the cities with substantial footprints in literature make you feel like you are living in a book :).
I like the Neva embankments. It’s a beautiful sight…
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