“What are you doing, old woman?”
“Now we would like someone like Gorbachev…” I was born in November 1941 in Yekaterinburg, the war was already in full swing. When dad returned from the front, we were sent to Pskov with him. I spent my youth there, and after my studies I was assigned to Sverdlovsk, which became Yekaterinburg in 1991. Since then, I've been stuck here. All my life I worked in the Uralsky Rabochiy printing house: first as a designer, then as a foreman, and as the head of the stitching shop.