Albina Belyaeva biography

In my life, he was not represented wide, but bright. Ivan Ivanovich Okhlobystin married my mother when she was 18 years old. My mother, Albina Ivanovna Belyaeva, was not a careerist, she was a girl in love. Dad looked very good, he was - the hero of the war, a colonel of the medical service, military doctor, handsome, chief doctor of the medical institution in which my grandmother, mother’s mother worked.

Mom came to her grandmother at the rest house Polenovo, where dad was the head physician. And the grandmother worked as a nurse. There they met, it was his fourth marriage. In our family, this is a rather rare phenomenon, because we, as a rule, live a hundred years together. But he is excusable, because he fought the whole twentieth century, starting with Spain, then was Finnish, then the second world and he ended in the Korean war.

Dad was 60 years old when he met his mother. He graduated from the Military Medical Academy. Kirova, graduated with honors. He had a reputation as a beautiful surgeon, because he was sent to the medical unit at the headquarters of Marshal Tukhachevsky. Then dad went to serve in a special Far Eastern army under the command of Marshal Blucher, who sentenced Tukhachevsky to the death penalty for espionage in favor of Germany.

A year later, a year later was sentenced to highest extent, for espionage in favor of Japan. And dad left to fight in Spain. There he met his future commander, Colonel General, twice the Hero of the Soviet Union Alexander Rodimtsev. They fought together for Stalingrad. General Rodimtsev in his book describes the pope: "Making my way between the trenches, I met the head of the sanitary service of Ivan Okhlobystin.

I really liked the nature of this person: he never ate it." Dad was a practicing optimist, this quality, controversial in peacetime, is valued in war and is one of the irrefutable evidence of courage. At the same time, Rodimtsev himself went to hand -to -hand, which was horrified by staff officers of a special department. He was a fearless hero. Here is what they write about him in the award sheet for the presentation of the Order of the Red Banner: "During the Kyiv operation, he personally ensured with maximum speed the collection and evacuation of the wounded in the hospital.

Personally, under the fire, he was on the front line and assisted the wounded fighters. In a sanitary car near the village of Red Traktor, he drove behind the wounded, picked them up under a hurricane mortar fire, shooting from a machine gun along the cuckoos around the body under the tin -gym was wound a regimental banner. "I regretted a military picture, but I remember everything depicted.

County of the Nazis, on the forefront - the body is a struggle explosion - the body of a struggled explosion - a struggle with an explosion. The nurses. The Moscow -Astrakhan, who was walking on the tourist route, was very smiling with him, made the impression of Gandalf’s wizard: he came to me from nowhere. Not to cut and kill. When they ask me why, I answer: what if Godzilla will attack.

A knife is one of the family-thin objects. Dad had a knife from the war, picked out of the shell sleeve. Unfortunately, he went somewhere. Dad gave me a long scan of the ramp, in the Reichstag found him: with a white pearl pen and German swastika. I lost it. And since then I see a knife folding with a white handle, I buy it. I do not remember the times when dad lived with his mother: five years later, as if waking up from the obsession, my mother escaped to the hostel from my dad, and I went to live with my grandmother until the fourth grade.

Mom studied in graduate school. My father had children older than me, we met. We have the Old Testaments of the age difference with them. For example, about 90 years, he lives in Odessa, and, in my opinion, still teaches in a sailor. He was afraid for him. He agreed: "And there is also. I will tell the truth." Nikolai lives in Moscow. He is a very man hidden, you know, there are such people - James Bond.

He worked in the Ministry of Finance. I know that he has a ballerina wife. Sister Olga lives with her daughter Angela in New Zealand. Dad was 80 when he was gone. We did not live so far from each other. I am on Voikovskaya, behind the bridge, and he is in front of the bridge. There is such a house, general, with towers. He called, asked to come. I came, he was going to go to the hospital.

Because he was a doctor and really understood that something was happening, that, apparently, he was dying. I also realized the greatness of the situation: that we are leaving the apartment with him, that he goes to the hospital and, most likely, die. Because he knew him: he wouldn’t call me for nothing. He called to say goodbye. Closing the apartment, we stopped at the front door and almost simultaneously said: "Something probably must be said."I thought and said: "Give the hello to my grandmother." And the grandmother had already died by that time.

I knew that this would not injure him, because he would leave how the guard dogs go into the forest to die. In his case - to the hospital Burdenko. There, everyone treated him with great respect, he operated there, his students worked there ... While Papa was preparing the ward, he sat, flirted with the girl in the registry. She walked away for a short while, and when she returned, he already seemed to sleep.

He leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes. And died. Did he give me instructions? I do not remember this. I'm not at all sure that instructions should be given. I go to my spiritual father for always some formal reason-to visit, meet someone, discuss something. But in fact, the main reason for my campaign to the spiritual father is that I am sitting with Chizhevsky’s lamp.

Here he is near, and from him. And physically I feel that I feel good with this person. And dad had the same story, but, apparently, less manifested.

He was charismatic, I understand why women liked him. He was well -read and tried to instill a taste for poetry, but he failed, I then thought that poetry was mathematics. By the way, a month before his departure in the emergency room of the hospital Burdenko, dad asked if I love gold. I honestly said: "Very." Then dad climbed into his mouth with his hand, broke two teeth in gold crowns from there and handed it to me.

He also issued fourteen rubles to pay for the rite of the Holy Baptism in the church of all saints, located near the Sokol metro station. Dad was a convinced communist, but he liked my idealistic moods. That's all I can tell about my father.