I want to tell you about our bread. There were two bakeries: the civil and the military ones. Very tasty bread, high, aromatic like home-made was baked there. When children went to Krasnoyarsk to study at universities (good that then the flights were direct and flew many times a week), they always asked to hand them our smoked fish and some bread, it was a taste of home for our children.
There used to be an 8-year-school on the island, the children of 9th and 10th classes learned at the settlement school, they lived in
a hostel and for the weekends were driven or walked home – onto the island. We, the younger children, were very jealous of their maturity and independence. The other boys and I were driven to settlement to the school workshops only, to have crafts classes there. One day we were going back from the settlement and got lost. When we left the weather was quiet, but some minutes later the snow drift began and the snowstorm was so powerful that it became pitch-dark. The off-roader was thrown from side to side by the storm, the driver went out and tried to understand where we were, he did that many times. Nadezhda Nikolaevna Naumenko, our English teacher, who was going with us, was frightened, but we, knowing old birds, did not care a straw. Thank goodness, we went to the island dam and everything finished very well.
There were a lot of children on the island. In winter we sledged and went skiing. We cleaned the ice on the paddling bay and could play ice-hockey with self made sticks. In summer we made rafts, went in them along the paddling bay or along the ice-way of the Kara Sea from the island to the settlement. Sometimes, when the days were especially "hot", we swam in the pit. You could call it swimming only conventionally, we lighted a fire, dipped very quickly into the small shallow lake and immediately ran to heat. Most parents tried to send their children to the mainland to some summer camps, some of them did it for themselves, the others asked their acquaintances to take their children.