The photo-biography...

My close relatives, whose photos have been preserved, as well as, of course, the visual changes of my "personal phenotype" throughout my "postembryonic development" (as historians and anthropologists say) in the distant 60s and 70s and up to the present day...

However, the use of the term "my personal" is not entirely appropriate, because at present, in the mid-20s of the 21st century, I cannot associate myself with that Soviet teenager from the 70s of the last century. I can't believe it was me anymore...
The life realities around were strikingly different from the current ones, and my "inner world" was completely different...

Grandma, grandpa and their daughter Zoya, my aunt, 1929

My great-uncle Alexander, he did not return from fronts of the Second World War...

My uncle Pavel, WWII hero, 1945

My aunt Olga. She studied brilliantly at a school with an in-depth study of the German language. When the war against Germany began, she voluntarily came to the military commissariat and offered her services. She was sent to an intelligence school, and upon completion of training, she was transported by plane to the enemy's rear as part of an amphibious reconnaissance group. The whole group went missing... After the war, my uncle Pavel repeatedly tried to find out Olga's fate, even went to Moscow, to the archive of the General Staff of the Armed Forces of the USSR. But he did not find out any addition information about the fate of Olga's intelligence group. The group went missing... The photo was taken at the intelligence school in 1941, Olga sent it to her mother by mail, and when mother received the envelope with the photo, most likely Olga was no longer alive...