Volodya graduated from the Kharkov construction institute and was a
skilled specialist in the building trade.He always kept up on new techniques in his branch, and so he was able to
work up from a simple foreman to chief engineer.One cannot even begin to count the number of
production and non-production buildings that were built and put to use with his
help.Volodya taught me an awful lot
about construction, as well as drawing up estimates.When I had to build my own summerhouse it
came out pretty good, and that is what I mean by him being a good teacher!
If someone needed help, then there was Volodya.He would always help you.He loved doing something nice or useful for
someone, and never worried about the time or effort, how could one forget this?
How Volodya loved life.Yes, he really did.Everything living in nature, every leaf on a
tree, every little bird fluttering from its nest, every little star in the sky
– he loved it all.Biology, astronomy,
physics, chemistry, radio technology, fishing, construction…One can try to list it all and run out of
pages.It seems there was not anything
that Volodya did not know.You could
talk with him about anything, and he was a good collocutor.
Volodya loved nature a lot.The starlings still come to the perch that
Volodya made, though the birdhouse has fallen over already.He named all those little wagtails that moved
in with us on our plot of land.We named
them Stella and Stepan.I never would
have thought to name birds.Katya, my
Persian cat, adored Volodya.The cat
felt his attention and at times thought she was the mistress of his house.
Fishing was one of Volodya’s greatest pastimes.When we traveled to the OkaRiver,
he wanted to catch a pike by hand, but was not able.Then on Tsna Creek he caught one with the rod
and reel, and was happy for a long time.He put it in the pot and it made a tasty fish soup.
Volodya loved games: chess, checkers, nardy (Russian
backgammon), and so forth.He taught me
how to play nardy.Now I play pretty
well, and so Volodya sometimes got mad when I won.
He was simply as ace at astronomy.He knew every little star by sight and could
point to each place it was located.Sometimes Volodya was little a grownup boy.His dream was to build a telescope that could
make out even the smallest little star, but he never got to.
Volodya, you will always remain in our hearts, and this source of love will
never dry up, since it is infinite.
1. Володя всегда с нами Written by Лариса Сергеевна и ее дочь Оля, on 17-05-2007 22:55 20 октября 2002г. Володе исполнилось 49лет, а через шесть дней, на Дубровке в «Норд-Осте», а может по дороге в больницу, жизнь оборвалась, и человека не стало. 49 - это всего лишь половина, а сколько еще можно было успеть сделать? Жизнь....сколько она стоит? Она бесценна. Судьбой предначертано уйти в другой мир в определенный день и час, а что остается нам? Лишь воспоминания. Тяжело терять близкого, родного человека, но он уходит не навсегда. Он рядом - в наших мыслях, снах, сердцах.
2. Радченко Владимир Written by Радченко Михаил, on 20-10-2007 17:17 Сегодня бы Володе исполнилось бы 54. Скоро будет 5 лет как ад Норд-Оста забрал моего брата, отца сыновей Сережи и Жени, и деда внука Максимки, благодетель Ларисы . Грустно и обидно, что в полном рассвете сил ушел прекрасный человек. Главное, что он в наших сердцах, всегда с нами.
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