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The marine this year will be 54 years old. Dreams to retire in 55. Shall manage to jump. Pension reform, on increase in a retirement age began. Reformers to reformed the country to full disorder, there will be nobody to work soon.

Sofya this year will be 30 years old. I graduated from the Technological university. Chemical engineer. Works in «Vankorneft». Two sons – Mishutka and Mark (5 and 3 years respectively). Year already as divorced.

Victorias will be already 29. Graduates from the oil institute, this year on the diploma. I worked in SFU, now as the operator at gas station. Is going to get married

To Grigory will be 25. The second time married. Three children – Roma, Katya, Vika.

Dangles, can’t decide on operation in any way.

I am 60 years old. I went to pension – 10000 rub the amount small, but also not small. Now to the people works hard without official employment. Pensions therefore are received by the scanty. An order in this sphere

nobody is going to direct. It is favorable to the state. To pay less. And by and large if the person finished to pension, he shall have everything. We have an apartment, the machine, two seasonal dachas, garage and so on. Fruit and vegetables we accumulate for all winter. It to you not store products – environmentally friendly, without herbicides and pesticides. Plus physical work in the fresh air. Never I thought that I will live up to such age. Though I don’t feel gravity of the lived years, it is full of strength both energy, and creative intentions… Recently performed on me band operation on deleting inguinal hernia. Successfully. I am now recovered and think by spring already I will be in norm. And forward… nearly I told on march. Already you don’t potorgut as in former times, any goods there is a lot of, the market is glutted and at bulk of the people, as always with money badly. If those instruments in which we traded earlier, are demanded now, as well as in the ninetieth dashing years, an eye wouldn’t blink and would go now without thinking to trade, through towns and villages…