Interviewee: Liana Degtiar
Title: Liana Degtiar with her son Alexandr Barbul and her colleagues at a 1st May parade
Place and Date: Kishinev, Moldova - 1970
This is me with my son Alexandr Barbul and my colleagues at the parade on 1st May. The photo was taken in Kishinev in 1970. From left to right: Lilia Gofrina, Nelia Spivak, Lida Mikhailovna Abadjer, Liana Degtiar, Magda Reiburd and her friend. First row: Nelia Spivak's daughter, my son Alexandr Barbul, Alexandr Nilva. This is Lenin Street. The columns formed on the streets to march to the square. We were photographed while waiting for our turn to march on.
When Alexandr turned one year old, my maternity leave was over and I had to go back to work. I sent Alexandr to my mother and returned her fridge. Then Alexandr came back, and the fridge arrived also. So we sent him to and fro with his baby's basin and the fridge until we finally managed to buy a fridge. My parents helped me a lot. Alexandr went to the kindergarten, but he often had angina and had to stay home. Alexandr was very sociable and liked going to the kindergarten. Even on Saturdays, when he didn't have to go there, he still asked whether he could go. We often went to Soroki. Then my mother began to be ill, and I went to Soroki every Saturday. My husband Ivan was studying at the postgraduate school at the Academy of Pedagogical Sciences in Moscow. He received a postgraduate student's salary and I received my salary and in this way we made our living.
I occasionally went to see Ivan in Moscow. In those few days we went to all the art exhibitions and theaters. In 1968, Ivan defended a candidate's dissertation and went to work as a senior scientific employee at the Scientific Research Institute of Pedagogic in Kishinev. I became chief of the laboratory at my institute and started working on my candidate's dissertation. In January 1969 I achieved my candidate's dissertation and was awarded my scientific degree of a candidate of technical sciences. In fall that year Alexandr needed a surgery on his tonsils. Two months later, in December, my second son Boris was born. My parents came to be with me at that time. There were six of us crowded in this room. Once, Alexandr contracted flu in his kindergarten. My mother was so worried that Boris and I might contract it and separated Alexandr with wet towels from us. However, we all got it. A few years later we received a two-bedroom apartment in Ryshkanovka, a new district in Kishinev.