As for myself, I remember very well the feeling of that neighbor’s boy, with whose family we lived in a communal apartment. It was in 1986, in Moscow. At that time, there were a lot of houses and districts, with kamunalkas …
I think that many of you remember that time … Almost all the neighbors were well acquainted with each other. We went to watch each other Mexican series or Indian films 😄👍. The people were much kinder and more welcoming!
My “first love” was called Sasha. Sasha Neb. Yes, as you have already noticed, his surname is not very typical, and at that time even exotic ….
It’s just that his father and relatives were from Germany. He was 2 years older than me. I am 6 and he was 8 years old. He then went to first grade. I have good memories of that time. Then it so happened that they were given an apartment in the Butovo district, it was just built. And they moved.
After that, we never saw each other again…. I even have a photo left. Looking at him, you might think that there is a feast that celebrates the new year and the return of a loved one from the army…. 😄😄😄👍👍👍From the army, because he is in uniform. 😄
In the photo, me and Sasha …. I think that he is doing well. Here is such a story … I very briefly shared a piece of my childhood. It’s nice to remember those moments…