Vadim: There were all sorts of scenes here, you could laugh and cry at the same time. There was this woman who worked at the vegetable distribution center, she was a... a difficult person, so... Len, tell how they went after each other with sticks...
Lena: Get Sonya. Get Sonya!
Vadim: Yeah, right away.
Lena: Well we had all sorts of clashes, we did... So there was this Grandma Mera, well, of course, she didn't start anything, maybe she was just walking past, and she... maybe she said something... Well, in any event, in a word, this ignorant peasant woman, that, that woman, she decided that the other one had sprinkled something, cast a spell on her, in a word.
Ilya: Sprinkled something in her soup?
Lena: No, not in her soup, no, under her door. So at night she went after poor Grandma Mera, went after her with a stick.
Ilya: To whack her.
Lena: Well, maybe to whack her. In a rage, so to speak, and they got as far as... Grandma was in her nightgown, and there was screaming and yelling... You can imagine. They got as far as the first floor, and... and the janitress came out. Remember, they used to lock the doors at night.
Ilya: Yes, yes, the janitors were on duty, of course.
Lena: So the doors were locked. And the janitress came out. And then my father appeared. He wanted to separate them somehow. So that, well, so that, you know, there wouldn't be, you know, a murder. So that's what happened. But for the most part it was the women who quarreled, the men kept a kind of neutrality. It was the women who quarreled... And then later we had the Kubyshkins living in here. The apartment was...
Vadim: Lena is the apartment historian. She knows everybody.
Lena: Once there was another old lady living here, a Nobody's Grandma who went off her rocker with Russian Orthodoxy, and then at the same time another grandma moved in, this Kubyshkina, Stepanida. She was, on the contrary, a Baptist. And she would sometimes have visitors. So the doorbell would ring, you open it up, and there are these women in dark kerchiefs, big women, and they're all... these big, gloomy women and rough-looking men, women in kerchiefs. What they were doing was coming to a prayer meeting here. Because there was no what do you call it...
Ilya: That is, they were having prayer meetings here.
Vadim: Yes, Baptists have prayer meetings.
Lena: Exactly, they were going to that Stepanida, so...
Lena: And Stepanida, she'd go walking down the hallway, monstrously fat, she walks along [Lena makes a noise, imitating her], and her eyes are closed. She comes down the hallway, well, everybody scatters, obviously...
Vadim: Gets out of the way.
Lena: Yes, gets out of the way. And our Auntie Ksana, she was living here, a wonderful woman, a great diplomat, and she would say, how did she call her? It was so funny, well, she had some name for her, I don't remember, it's gone out of my head. "Well," she would say, "she's going down the hallway, and she isn't bumping into any furniture."
Lena: Then there was the Zislis family, they had the little girls Raya and Marina, they were living here then. Raya was Volodya's age, Marina was my age, just a little older. Their grandpa was a Rabinovich. I don't remember what his first name was... Efim? Efim. I forgot. He was a tailor. I remember we even had this copper sign on the door, "Tailor," no, "Tailor, Dressmaker" or "Dressmaking and Ironing," something like that. A copper plate. Rabinovich. So. They lived in that very little, yes, they were the only family in the apartment with two rooms. So they had...
Ilya: You mean everybody else had only one?
Lena: Only one, yes. Grandma Mera, that's what we called her, she lived in that room, that tiny little room. And Uncle Yasha was the director of a doll factory. And they had New Year's trees up to the ceiling, which amazed me, and these incredible toys. So. And across from us, where Edik is now, was this Paleev. He was Isaak Moiseevich, he was a doctor, a military doctor. And he had, he had a son Dodik and a wife Meri Davidovna, but her name was Meri. The other Mera, Grandma Mera we called her, because, probably, her name was Maria, but for some reason we called her Mera, maybe that was her name. But this one's name was Meri. Meri Davidovna. I didn't like her because she used to go up to the children and pinch them on the cheek, it hurt. But then later... When I was little I didn't like her, and then later, of course...
Lena: Well, in short, things varied, and sometimes we got along and sometimes we didn't.