What did the house look like where you grew up? Describe it, tell about its surroundings so that the reader can imagine it.
My childhood passed in different houses. Rather, there was no house at all, but there were rooms and apartments. I will describe the one where I lived from 6 to 10 years. My father received it from his work, he worked as a teacher in a forestry school. This was our first apartment. Until then, we lived in a room like a hostel without any amenities, so we were very happy to live in a real apartment with an entrance hall, a corridor and separate rooms. Our apartment was on the second floor of a two-story brick house. On each floor, if my memory serves me, there were four apartments - one three-room, one two-room and two one-bedroom apartments, one of which we got. Our apartment consisted of a room and kitchen, the toilet was in the yard, the bathroom was not at all. The house was surrounded by a wooden fence. On the side opposite to the house, there was a wooden lavatory for two points and eight sheds, according to the number of apartments. In the sheds they stored coal and firewood. The fact is that the house had stove heating. The water supply was only with cold water, so I had to heat the stove in the kitchen for cooking and heating in cold weather. The house was bordered by a forestry school, where my father worked, and in front of the house, about 20 meters away, the road passed. On two other sides, the house was surrounded by wastelands.
Tell us about a case from your life (or your friend's life) when you were ashamed or embarrassed for your behavior.
Once we were on vacation with my husband at sea. On the last evening before my departure, I decided to check whether I had prepared everything for departure, walked through the apartment and saw that all my jewelry and jewelry were in the most prominent place on the dressing table. "It's dangerous to leave them here, you need to hide them somewhere," I thought. I walked around the apartment for a long time, looking for a suitable secluded place. She asked advice from her husband, but he was busy and only dismissed me. To me all the places seemed unreliable. I went to the loggia. "There will be farthest from the front door, which is put on the alarm," I decided naively. The further course of my thoughts, in connection with the pre-departure turmoil, I flew out of my head. When we returned from vacation, I went to the loggia, pick up my jewelry, but, to my surprise, they were not there. I began to look elsewhere. They were not anywhere. We shared the apartment with the husband on squares and carefully searched everywhere. I called the master to check the alarm, went to the police station. The police told me that a thief could only be my neighbor, who came to the apartment twice a week to water my flowers. From this option, I immediately refused, and the application did not write. The signaling master said that the alarm is working, but you do not have a signal system on the loggia. It seemed to me that it was not real, to climb into the apartment on the sixth floor through the loggia, but he brought me all the cases from his practice. We talked with her husband and decided that, most likely, he was right. I was very upset. I remembered every thing from my box, who it was given or how it was bought. Such experiences, which as a heavy stone hung at my neck, I could not help sharing with people around me. I told all my relatives, friends, and neighbors about what had happened. Everyone was very sympathetic to me. Several months passed. For the new year I decided to cook meat in fondue. Fondyushnitsa, which I use very rarely, stood at the wall of a very deep cupboard in the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when, pushing it aside, I saw my missing box! I screamed with happiness. I absolutely did not remember how she got there. I was happy, but at the same time, I was uncomfortable with the idea of how many people I had blotted out my head.
What do you value most in your work? Why is this important to you? Tell me, did you change your attitude to work with the years.
The work of the teacher has always seemed extremely interesting. I thought that by talking to students, teaching them something I know well myself, I will never grow old by learning something new every day. It never entered my head that I could teach Japanese in America. At the moment, as before, I most appreciate the opportunity to communicate with students, as well as the pedagogical staff of the department. Since I just started working at this place, I always spend time preparing for classes, checking the work of students and developing materials. In the future, I also hope to engage in research work aimed at improving the methods of teaching the language. It would be great if I could make full use of the knowledge acquired over the long years of education.