Posts tagged Kostanai

Blowin’ in the Astana Wind

Don’t have much to write because I am so very tired and it is only Wednesday.  The most notable news about today is that the wind was so wicked and fierce that I had to hold on to the poles at the two stoplights while walking to and from our flat to work.  The ice is also tricky where the wind was forceful enough to push you along on the ice if on a slant anywhere.  Having lived in Almaty for over two years where there was rarely any wind, this is a new wonder to get used to.  The temperatures are warming up but we are in the sloppy season now, sleet, pellets of snow, rain and back to hardened snow again.  No fun to x-country skiing, but who has time for that?

I’ll be flying out to Kostanai for another recruiting trip with a work colleague named Irina.  I think I will be learning about her Korean roots though she was born in Kazakhstan and considers herself a Kazakhstani.  It will be fun to meet the students, especially those who want to practice their English on me.  In any case, I’ll be home on Saturday and then I have one day with my hubby before I take off early, early Monday morning for Boston.  The Narooz season is starting up as early as this Friday with an office party, Ken will go in my place. But for the next five days starting on Friday there will be no work done, offices will be closed. Just as well that I am away to the U.S. for the TESOL conference.

I just hope and pray that all my flights go on without a hitch.  The attached photo is of Aigerim and me at the Taras airport when they cancelled the flight due to high winds. All the other 15 passengers were turned away until we finally left at 1:00 a.m instead of our scheduled flight of 7:00 p.m.  Fortunately they gave us candles to see by and I had my Dell computer on which gave a kind of comforting glow in the darkened terminal.

Comments (1) »

Roza’s Kazakh Grandparents Bravely Survived WWII

My grandfather and grandmother both are not alive anymore, and I remember my grandmother only as I was three years old. Her name was Kazyna, and she was in her 80’s when together we read books and played in the garden; moreover, my grandma taught me the Kazakh language, so when I was a little girl, I spoke Kazakh fluently, wish it was now the same. I know that my grandma was a very brave, kindhearted and honest woman. She had to bear about seven children, however, only two of them are now alive.

Grandmother Kazyna had lived in the north of the Kazakhstan, namely in Kostanai. In Kostanai winters are freezing and windy with a high snow level. The nature in the north of Kazakhstan is beautiful; there are a lot of forests and lakes, which make the atmosphere of those places unforgettable. In the summer we would collect berries and in the autumn we collected mushrooms, in winter people usually tend to play snowballs and to ski. It is wonderfully amazing at any time of the year where my mom was raised up. Nowadays, maybe few women may say that they have such a big number of children, and that is a really prominent deed for any woman in the world, and especially for my grandmother, who had lived during hard times.

My grandparents had to live during World War II, which was a horrible time to live, and my Grandfather Turgan had participated in the War, and had injured his leg when he returned from the front. Since the war worsened my grandfather’s health, his life did not last as much as the grandmother’s. In my opinion, my grandparents had strong personalities, since to live and to bring up the children during such hard times had required a lot of strength and braveness. I truly believe that my grandparents’ life experience is unique and I respect them for what they did, and that they had brought up my mother who has a great personality and is a strong woman as her parents were.

Comments (1) »

“I Wish I Could Remember” about Ruslan’s Grandpa

My story is about my grandfather. His name is Syzdykov Torsan. I do not quite remember him, because he died when I was only four years old. But the stories my father told me about him gave me the picture of how great he was. He lived in a very hard time. He survived the war and Soviet times. Nowadays our life has become much more easier. I wish he could see the result of what they were fighting for.

He was born in a large family of 9 people. They lived in an aul (village) near today’s Kostanai. They didn’t have much; they made their living by cattle-breeding. Unfortunately, I do not know the details of their living. When the war began he was called up for war. He served in an armored division. He participated in the battle under the Moscow and in the battle for Stalingrad. During one of the battles he lost his leg. A grenade was thrown towards the tank where he and his comrades were. He helped them to get out and when he himself was getting out of the tank it blew up. When the war was over he returned home, everyone was happy then. In 1955 he met my grandmother and they got married. Five years later my father was born. He is the youngest son. With a new family my grandfather moved to Lyublinka, where they stayed until 1997.

I was born in 1989. My father always tells me that my grandpa loved me most of all his grandchildren. His sons always told him that he gives all of his attention to me, but he answered that he loved all of his grandchildren equally. Every morning I brought his prostheses of his leg to him. There was an occasion once. All of our family went for a celebration to a village that was 15 kilometers from ours. Me and my brother were left at home. At the celebration my grandpa was told that I was at home and he himself with a prosthesis of his leg took a car, it was Zhiguli 5, and drove 15 kilometers in winter to take me with himself to the celebration. So everywhere he went he took me with him. He played cards with me. My dad said that it was so cute seeing me playing with my grandpa.

When he died, nobody told me that he was gone and 3 months later when it was my grandmother’s birthday an old man came as a guest. He looked like my grandpa and I ran to him, embraced him and asked him crying where he was for so long. I confused him with my grandpa. All of my uncles and aunts saw it and it touched their heart so much that they couldn’t stand and cried. The old man was crying too. That’s the only thing that I remember about him. I wish I could remember more. I wish he was right here with me, but it’s impossible…


Leave a comment »