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In 1926, a new settlement was built on the northern outskirts of Leningrad – ten wooden two-story houses, two rows of five. The houses were lined up perpendicular to Kondratievsky Avenue, stretching from the Arsenal factory to the Theological Cemetery, half an hour’s walk from this last earthly haven. Fields and old buildings of the Polyustrovo district, famous for its delicious spring water, stretched around the village. The springs were located in an open space, fenced only by a low openwork metal grate, and everyone could drink mineral water here and fill a bottle or decanter with a metallic taste healing liquid. My grandfather worked all his life at Arsenal, lived for the first time in barracks on the territory of the factory, and bought an apartment in the Village, as they said then. At each building, residents laid out gardens with fences, each apartment had a small vegetable garden, on which potatoes were usually grown – in general, rural life in the city. The houses had stove heating, gas was carried out in the early 1960s, and a laundry and wood sheds were built for household needs. The village itself survived the blockade with the loss of one house – an artillery shell hit it, and only an empty place violated the correct geometry of the building. Residents were less lucky – many people died, some were evacuated, only my father, who served in aviation, returned alive from the boys-conscripts of the village.
– Always drunk, sleepy and funny
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– Mom gave birth to Zinochka, bought her a basket,
Grow up my little daughter, grow up free,
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