Бегемот средних широт (bgmt) wrote,
Бегемот средних широт
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Где-то осенью я получил email из Венгрии от совершенно незнакомой девушки. У меня достаточно редкая фамилия - во Франции, скажем, кроме меня и моей мамы, таких нет - и она нашла меня через Гугл: её дедом был человек с моей фамилией - советский солдат, связь с которым после войны, естественно, исчезла, вот она и решила найти родственников. По всему получалось, что я ей родственником никак быть не могу, но я когда-то тоже набрал свою фамилию в Гугле и обнаружил нескольких однофамильцев. Я ей послал ссылки. Сегодня я получил от неё письмо с благодарностью: одна из ссылок сработала, это её дядя, они переписываются. Просто рождественская сказка.

Вот наша переписка, где я убрал фамилии и ещё пару фраз, но не редактировал английский.
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Dear Mr. XXX,
  I found your e-mail address in the internet, and I was glad to find a name "XXX".
 Let me introduce myself. My name is Zita YYY, and I live in Hungary. I'm a university student, I study Hungarian literature and linguistics and appiled linguistics, but it isn't important, that's not why I write you. As I mentioned, my family name is YYY, but my father was adopted, and his real name would be also XXX. My grandfather name was exactly Zahar Oszipovics XXX, and he was an opera singer, if I know it well (it's sure that he sung the air of Lenszkij from the opera Anyegin very well as my grandmother told me), and he came from Saint Petersbourg. He meet my grandmother in the second world war. They fell in love, but unfortunately Mr. XXX had to go to Manjuria with the army...but my father was born...We have got a photo about him.
  I don't think that we are related, because the name doesn't mean anything, but perhaps you would tell me, where could I get a piece of information about him. I only know that he didn't die in the war, and he went back to Saint Petersbourg, and he had four children (then).
  Sorry for my English, I have to improve it very much, but I hope, you could understand I wrote. Sorry for bothering you questions like this, but I really would like to know something about my real grandfather, now he is only a legend. Thank you very much your understanding.
                                                                  Zita YYY
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Hi,
no, I do not think we are related, because my father's history does not seem to intersect with the one you told me about. My father was born in 1901 in a small Jewish village in Belorussia, he was in Leningrad during all the period of siege, and he had never gone abroad until he left the USSR in 1979. I know there was at least one other unrelated XXX in Leningrad (actually, there are very few XXXs on Earth), and this is how: once, during the siege, my father was standing in a line for bread. The line was many hundred people long, and at the first stage each had to just sign in, get a piece of paper with his number, and then wait. When my father's turn came, and he said he is XXX, the person distributing the numbers said "you are lying". He was XXX himself, and he was dead sure there are no more XXXs in the city.
I do not know if we are related even in the distant past; while it was your father who had been adopted by a non-XXX, it is the other way round in my family. A grandfather of my father's or a great-grandfather, I do not remember, was adopted by a XXX. His original name was something like ZZZ.
There is a certain V. XXX in the US, you can find him in Google. Maybe he is related to your family?
I am sorry not to be able to answer you better than that, but in fact I am not a family-oriented person, I care more about my friends than ancestors. So I never learned my family's past well.

One more hint: I looked in Google for "XXX" typed in Russian, and found a certain Y. XXX, an ex-journalist and a sort of a writer (I am not fascinated, personally) from ... (Russia) living now in the US. On his site ... , in Russian) I found his e-mail: ... .
Tell me if you find your grandfather's traces.

[bgmt]
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Dear Mr. XXX,

thank you for your kindness and help, and the e-mail address you sent. It would be funny if my real grandfather name and my stepgrandfather name would be also an adopted one. Mr. Nicolas G. YYY (He went to the USA because of the second world war, he was a musician and a music teacher in Princeton and some other places), who married my grandmother and adopted my father, was originally QQQ or something like that, but he had to change his name which sounds a little bit more Hungarian. I thought XXX would be my real family name, but it can be also an adopted one...One thing is sure, my grandfather called himself XXX (I hope, not only for fun), and he signed this name to the photo we have about him.

P.S. Perhaps the man who distributed the numbers in your father's story is my relative...it's only a joke...(but who knows)

Zita YYY (originally perhaps XXX)
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Это было в октябре. А вот сегодняшнее письмо:
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Dear Mr. XXX,

Thank you for your help! I sent a letter to Mr. V. XXX, who is my uncle!!!! He and my father has the same father. He lives in Montreal. We are corresponding. We are very glad to found each other. He heard about my father, and also wanted to find us, and now it happened!!!

Zita YYY
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