Sanatorium, part 2

It has been several months since my last historical post. I published the last one on March 13, and it was in the making for a while. After that, the war took over, and somehow I could not return to the stories of my childhood, although I made several attempts during these months.
Here is another attempt.

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I stayed in the sanatorium for at least two months, and I do not recall missing mom too much. Actually, I do not recall missing her when I was at dacha either. Later she told me how she was looking for excuses to visit me more often (the “parents’ days” were once a month). I think she subconsciously tried to develop in me an unhealthy attachment to her. When I was much older and stayed at the “pioneer camps,” I missed her and dreamed about the day the camp would be over.

However, in the summer of 1969, it was not the case yet. I was happy to see her when she visited, but I was not crying when she left.

On parents’ day, we had a concert for which we rehearsed for weeks.

I believe we danse and sang “Vo pole berioza stoyala…”. I am the one on the left.
Reciting a poem

After the concert, the parents took their children and disappeared into the surrounding woods and beaches. I remember that my father would come with my mom relatively often, not only on the parents’ days.

A Ladybug
I never questioned what were these ruins on the background
With a boy from my class. His name was Valery
And I do not remember anything about this turtle.

Note, that I was not allowed to swim and to wear short sleeves, because the temperature was 68F:).

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.

2 thoughts on “Sanatorium, part 2

  1. Yes, he got in the picture by pure chance, and most likely, he is one of the parents/relatives visiting on this day (as you can see many other adults in another photo background. On regular days, there was nobody except for us.

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