Grandma And The Journalism FacultyAt the age of seventeen I became an international specialist at the journalism faculty of the Moscow State University – a closed order where only boys could enroll, and only Muscovites.
In 1997, my ancient grandmother came to stay with us from Yekaterinburg, sent by Uncle Gena. She would live with us until her death.
Grandma told me about the village in the Vyatka taiga. My great-grandfather, Alexei Akimovich, a fisherman, covered everything he ate with coarse salt, like frost. In the First World War, he was taken prisoner, but finally returned from Germany to his native hut and to his wife, my grandmother Lukerya Feofilaktovna. In old age, when his legs were paralyzed, the thing that upset him the most was that he could not fish – and he crawled to the
