- my mother. Beautiful and talented woman, with difficult, polar and interesting life. Studentship in Medical institute, amateur theater, poetry, romantic ideas, then war, evacuation, hunger, distrophy, dug-out, post-war restoration of a quasi-normal life, hard work, doctoral thesis... She is not just Ph. D. in Medical Science, she is a medical doctor by mission, with great ability to understand a patient and with unique "feeling" of a patient. She never interrupted her professional study - when she was 70, she continued to buy and read medical books. Sometimes she received letters from her patients years after they were treated - and she answered all these letters, giving required advises and consultations. She was working for a very small state doctor's salary, and these things were of course out of her obligations - but she was always behaving along with her own idea of what her obligations are. She did not distinguish days or nights to go to help people - sometimes we were afraid of telephone calls. Her ideas were and are humanity, honesty, disinterestedness, nobleness and helping everybody. She was my first teacher in poetry and culture. I am proud if somebody who knows her tells that I resemble my mother. Unfortunately, it happens not often.
- my father. Great musical talent with no musical education (I mentioned that in my story.) He have covered a long and glorious path through all the Russian-German War 1941-45. He was always a good example for me, how a person can develop his talents and abilities even with no access to the academic education. He had a great sense of humour, and it was sometimes very important for to survive in a complicated life like his one.