What did the house look like, where did you grow up? Describe it, tell about its surroundings so that the reader can imagine it.

My childhood was spent in different houses. Rather, the house itself was not at all, and 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. Before that, we lived in a dorm-type room without any amenities, so we were very happy to stay in a real apartment with a hallway, a corridor and separate rooms. Our apartment was located 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-room, one of which went to us. Our apartment consisted of a room and a kitchen, the toilet was in the courtyard, there was no bathroom at all. The house was surrounded by a wooden fence. On the side opposite the house, there was a wooden toilet for two points and eight sheds, according to the number of apartments. Coal and firewood were stored in sheds. The fact is that the house had stove heating. The plumbing was only with cold water, so I had to heat the stove in the kitchen for cooking and heating in cold weather. The house on one side bordered on the forestry school where the father worked, and in front of the house, about 20 meters, there was a road. On the other two sides the house was surrounded by wastelands.

Tell us about a case from your life (or the life of your friend) when you were ashamed or embarrassed about your behavior.

One day we were going on vacation with my husband to the sea. On the last evening before leaving, I decided to check whether I had prepared everything for departure, walked through the apartment and saw that all my jewelry and jewels lay in the most prominent place on the pier glass. “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 for advice from her husband, but he was busy and only dismissed me. All the places seemed to me unreliable. I went to the loggia. "There will be farthest from the front door, which is placed on the alarm," - I naively decided. The further course of my thoughts, in connection with the pre-departure confusion, I flew out of my head. When we returned from vacation, I went to the loggia to pick up my jewelry, but to my surprise, they were not there. I began to look elsewhere. They were not anywhere. My husband and I divided the apartment into squares and carefully searched everywhere. I called the master to check the alarm, went to the police station. The police told me that only my neighbor could be a thief, who came to the apartment twice a week to water my flowers. I immediately refused this option, and did not write a statement. The alarm wizard said that the alarm is good, but you do not have an alarm on the loggia. It seemed to me that it was not realistic to climb into the apartment on the sixth floor through the loggia, but he brought me all sorts of cases from his practice. We talked to my husband and decided that, most likely, he is right. I was very upset. I remembered every thing from my box, with whom it was given or how it was bought. These experiences, which like a heavy stone hung on my neck, I could not help but share with people around me. I told what had happened to all my relatives, relatives, friends and neighbors. Everyone was very sympathetic to me. It's been a few months. 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 cabinet in the kitchen. What was my amazement when, pushing it aside, I saw my missing casket! I screamed with happiness. I absolutely did not remember how she got there. I was happy, but at the same time, I was embarrassed at the thought of how many people I missed my head.

What do you value most in your work? Why is this important to you? Tell me if your attitude has changed over the years.

The work of a teacher always seemed to me extremely interesting. I thought that communicating with students, teaching them something in which I myself understand well, I will never grow old with my soul, learning something new every day. It never occurred to me that I could teach Japanese in America. At the moment, as before, I most appreciate the opportunity to communicate with students, as well as with the teaching staff of the department. Since I just started working at this place, all the time is spent preparing for classes, checking students' work and developing materials. In the future, I also hope to engage in research work aimed at improving the methods of teaching language. It would be great if I could make full use of the knowledge acquired during the long years of education.