Why did the brilliant composer live in the village? Love and separation by Isaac Schwartz
Mark Lipovich Schwartz was born in 1953 in Moscow. Graduate of the Moscow Radio Instrument Engineering College. After serving in the army, he graduated from the All-Union Correspondence Institute of Communications. He attended a children's literature seminar at the RSFSR SP, which was led by Y. Akim and S. Ivanov, and in 1990 he entered the Literary Institute. Gorky, where he studied in the seminar of S. Ivanov and R. Sefa. The first published work was a comic book about Vrungel, written in collaboration with his sister, Inna Gamazkova. Later, another of their collaborations was the children's science fiction detective story “Talking Curtain.” He works in different genres. He composes poetry—mostly play poetry, as well as ABCs, riddles, tongue twisters—and writes short stories and plays. Many of his works are published in periodicals and heard on the radio. He travels a lot around the country, speaking to children, infecting them with a love of poetry. Mark Schwartz's favorite reader is children from 3 to 8 years old. It is for them that he composes songs, riddles, tongue twisters, poems and fairy tales, many of which were first published in the magazines “Murzilka”, “Zhili-byli”, and then came out as separate books in the publishing houses “Vek”, “Malysh”, “Karapuz” ", "AST-press", "Bustard", "Children's literature", "Rosman".
Mark Schwartz is a member of the Russian Writers' Union.
BASICS OF FAMILY THERAPY
There is not much information on the student list. Just her name, Holly Roberts, the fact that she is a senior in college, and her complaint: “Difficulty making decisions.”
The first thing Holly said when she arrived at the reception was: “I’m not sure I should be here. You probably have a lot of patients who need help more than I do.” Then she started crying.
It was spring. Tulips were blooming, trees were dressed in green foliage, and lilies filled the air with fragrance. Life in all its manifestations passed her by, and Holly was in a painful, inexplicable depression.
The decision Holly was having trouble making was what she would do after her final exams. The harder she tried to understand it, the less she could concentrate. She started oversleeping and skipping classes. Finally, her roommate suggested contacting health services. Holly said: “I'm not going. I can handle my problems myself.”
Then I did cathartic therapy. Most people had stories to tell and tears to cry. I think in some stories the colors were exaggerated in order to attract the sympathy and attention of others. We seem to allow ourselves to cry only under some particularly excusable circumstances. We are ashamed of showing any human emotion and feel guilty if we do so.
Michael Nicolet, Richard Schwartz
I didn't know what was behind Holly's depression, but I was sure I could help. I felt calm around depressed people. At one time, when I was finishing university, my friend Alex died, and I myself had to go through a short depression.
When Alex died, I was on summer vacation, which in my memory was tinged with the dark color of grief. I cried a lot, and as soon as I told someone that life goes on, I became furious. Alex's priest tried to convince me that his death was not the worst tragedy, because now "Alex is in heaven with God." In response, I wanted to scream, but instead I turned to stone. Dejected, I returned to college and constantly thought about how I had betrayed Alex. After all, life went on. I still cried from time to time, but with the tears came a painful discovery. My grief is not only about Alex. Yes, I loved him. Yes, I lost it. But the death of a friend provided an excuse for me to mourn all my daily hardships. Maybe grief always leads to this? At that time, grief made me consider myself a traitor. I used Alex's death to justify myself.
I asked myself the question: why is Holly so depressed? Besides, she had no dramatic history. Her senses were unfocused. After those first minutes in my office, she rarely cried. If it did happen, it was more like an involuntary leak than a release through crying. Holly talked about the future, but didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. She said that she did not have a boyfriend, and she rarely went on dates. The girl didn't talk much about her family, and to tell the truth, I wasn't too interested. I believed that home is a place that you have to leave in order to grow up, to find your own self.
Holly was vulnerable and needed support, but something made her withdraw, as if she did not feel protected and did not trust me. It was puzzling. I really wanted to help her.
A month passed and Holly's depression grew. We started meeting three times a week, but we never got anywhere. One Friday evening she became so depressed that I was afraid to leave.
State of Family Therapy
let her into the dorm alone. I invited her to lie down on the couch in my office and, with her permission, called her parents.
Mrs. Roberts answered the call. I told her that she and her husband should come to Rochester and meet with Holly and me to discuss the feasibility of their daughter taking a medical sabbatical and returning home. Not being sure that my authority was working, I forced myself to come up with stronger arguments. Mrs. Roberts surprised me by agreeing to come immediately.
The first thing that impressed me about Holly's parents was the discrepancy between their ages. Lena Roberts looked like a slightly older version of Holly; she was no more than thirty-five. Her husband looked sixty. This indicated that he was Holly's stepfather. They married when Holly was sixteen.
I did not remember that these facts were mentioned during our first meeting with the girl. Both parents were concerned about what happened to their daughter. “We will do whatever you think is necessary,” Mrs. Roberts said. Mr. Morgan (stepfather) promised to arrange for a good psychiatrist to “help Holly through this crisis.” But Holly said that she did not want to return home, and she put so much energy into her words that this was the first time in all the time of our communication. It was on Saturday. I decided that there was no need to make a hasty decision, and we agreed to meet again on Monday.
When Holly and her parents showed up at my office on Monday morning, it was obvious that something had happened. Mrs. Roberts's eyes were red from crying. Holly glared at her and hid her eyes, her lips trembled and her mouth curled. Mr. Morgan spoke directly to me: “We were at loggerheads this weekend. Holly insulted me, and when I tried to respond to it, Lena took her side. This is a situation that has haunted us since the very first day of marriage.”
One of those painful stories of jealousy and resentment emerged that transform ordinary love into bitter, humiliating feelings and very often break up a family. Mrs Roberta was 34 when she met Tom Morgan. He was a mature 54 year old man. Besides age, another difference between them was money. He was a successful stockbroker who retired to a farm where he raised horses.
Michael Nicolet, Richard Schwartz
Family is a strange word
Although not foreign.
- How did the word come about?
It's not clear to us at all.
Well, “I” – we understand,
Why are there seven of them?
No need to think and guess,
All you have to do is count:
Two grandfathers
Two grandmothers,
Plus dad, mom, me.
Folded? That makes seven people
Family"!
– What if there is a dog?
That makes eight “I”s?
- No, if there is a dog,
Out comes Vo! - family.
(M. Schwartz)
2. A toast to the house
Is the blizzard making noise outside the window,
Is the lush foliage playing -
Always our dear father's home
Receives with great cordiality.
And therefore we wish,
So that it never happens
There are troubles in the corners, winters in the hearts,
And everything in him breathed with joy.
Bloom and hello, good home,
We drink to you today!
(I. Yavorovskaya)
3. Family and home
Family and home are like light and bread.
The native hearth is earth and sky.
Given to you for salvation,
no matter what troubles you are in.
Let life run hastily,
wherever the road leads,
in your changing fate
There is no more beautiful gift from God.
They always keep you safe
no matter how much you travel around the world,
like a guiding star,
and this shrine is not holy.
Your family's warmth and light -
This is the best joy for the soul.
There is no other happiness in the world,
There is no need for any other kind of happiness.
(I. Afonskaya)
4. Song about our family (motif "Songs about Bears")
Somewhere in this world our family lives,
He does not know grief and troubles, he is reputed to be friendly.
We read books together, we go to the cinema together,
On holidays we sing and dance, on weekdays we find something to do!
Mom washes clothes, son sweeps the floor,
Dad cooks dinner while listening to football.
Work is quick, everyone is used to work.
And we know how to relax, barbecue in the forest!
La-la-la... We are a friendly family!
5. Family
It's very important to me
I really need,
So that the whole family
I was getting ready for dinner!
Grandfather will lay it out
What I learned from the newspapers
Grandma,
Adjusting my glasses
What did you dry?
Sage bunches...
Father and mother -
About important work
Brother - about fishing,
Football, hiking...
And about the test
Today I...
It's evening outside,
And in the house there is FAMILY!
(V. Drobiz)
6. My home
Starlings live in a birdhouse,
Glasses live in the eyeglass case,
The fox lives in his hole,
Trees live on the mountain...
And I also have a house,
He is the best:
Mom is in it!
(M. Takhistova)
7. On Family Day!
Family joy
Happy faces!
I wish all families
Glow with love!
May families be cheerful
Children's laughter sounds
Kind and joyful
Holiday for everyone!
Love flourishes
Around the Earth!..
Peace to your home
And in every family!
(E. Morozova)
8. Home
The house, as everyone has known for a long time, -
This is not a wall, not a window,
These are not chairs with a table:
This is not a home.
Home is where you are ready
You come back again and again
Fierce, kind, gentle, evil,
Barely alive.
Home is where you will be understood
Where they hope and wait,
Where you forget about the bad, -
This is your home.
(E. Kumenko)
9. For Family Day
Life is warmer and much more interesting,
And you can stand in it more reliably,
When you walk through this life together.
And therefore - keep it up!
To be a reliable support for each other,
Kinder and more tolerant - three times...
God bless you from evil and from discord...
May there be eternal peace in your family!
(E. Grudanov)
10. About love
Mom looks at dad
Smiling
Dad looks at mom
Smiling
And the day is the most weekday,
Not a resurrection
And outside the window there is no sun,
And the blizzard
It's just how they do it
Mood,
They're just
They love each other very much.
From this love
Both light and easy.
Me with my dad and mom
So lucky!
(O. Bundur)
11. Family
Family is a source of joy and happiness,
Love is an inexhaustible spring.
Both in clear weather and in bad weather
The family cherishes and appreciates the moment of life.
Family is the stronghold and strength of the state,
Keeping the traditions of centuries.
In a family, a child is the main wealth,
A ray of light is like a beacon for sailors.
The rays are growing, becoming brighter
And people are greedily drawn to the light.
The soul of the family becomes richer,
When love and advice reign in her.
When mutual understanding reigns,
Then the whole world lies at your feet.
Love in the family is the basis of the Universe.
So may God protect all our families!
(L. Gaykevich)
12. Okay
It’s good to wait at home
When the bell rang they hurried to the door,
They opened, kissed,
Warmed your hands, right?
Good for tea
With pies and jam
Sorrows have moved away
Good talk, right?
It's good to be in the world
It smelled of snow, sun, willow,
So that children everywhere know
That there won't be a war, right?
It's good to be loved
Like the first snowdrop,
And then, then any
Not afraid of troubles, right?!
(M. Takhistova)
13. Family
Family is happiness, love and luck,
Family means trips to the country in the summer.
Family is a holiday, family dates,
Gifts, shopping, pleasant spending.
The birth of children, the first step, the first babble,
Dreams of good things, excitement and trepidation.
Family is work, caring for each other,
Family means a lot of housework.
Family is important!
Family is difficult!
But it is impossible to live happily alone!
Always be together, take care of love,
Drive away grievances and quarrels,
I want my friends to say about you:
How nice your family is!
14. A toast to our roots
This toast to our roots:
What is a tree without roots?
Let them live more spaciously,
Let them love you more!
(I. Yavorovskaya)
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15. The roof of your house
We are all in a hurry for miracles,
But there is nothing more wonderful
Than that earth under heaven,
Where is the roof of your house?
Instantly any grief
Every single one of them will disappear
Just remember the blue stars
Over the roof of your house.
And if suddenly you feel sad,
That sadness doesn't mean anything
When you know what's under the sun
There is a roof of your house.
The world is full of joy and happiness,
But the native land is miles away from everything...
And it's so wonderful to be back
Under the roof of your house!
(M. Plyatskovsky)
16. Fairy tale
Mom met dad -
This is the beginning of fairy tales.
She gave birth to a son for dad -
This will be the middle.
There is no happier father!
The fairy tale has no end!
(O. Bundur)
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17. Family
In Rus' this has long been revered,
What's probably in our blood:
For a woman to follow a man
In trials, in wanderings, in love.
So that, recognizing its beginning,
All my worries are hidden inside me,
Still, I remembered the confession:
We are not just the two of us, we are a family.
To find wisdom in yourself,
Straightening up in front of his son's face,
Repeat with maternal strength:
“Consult, son, with your father!”
So that you can bear all your fears alone,
She said, exhausted, at the end:
“Hug your father, do you hear, daughter,
Our father is tired today..."
And I would look with obvious joy,
How your beloved's gaze warms,
When they sit down at the table next to each other,
Like today, for example, they are sitting...
We are united by love and faith,
We are united by land and labor.
And the doors are open to friendship
To our good, stable home.
(T. Kuzovleva)
18. Your support
Loved you for no special reason
Because you are a grandson,
Because you are a son,
Because baby
Because you are growing,
Because he looks like his dad and mom.
And this love until the end of your days
It will remain your secret support.
(V. Berestov)
19. Parental home
Parental home is a place from Paradise...
Where time stands still on the hands of the clock...
And mom, forgiving mistakes with all her heart,
Will give you warmth and love!
20. Dedicated to mom and dad
Both mom and dad
Both mom and dad
In my
From birth
They live.
Both mom and dad
Both mom and dad
And they cry with me
And they sing.
Mommy lives in me
With a kind word,
And dad lives - mischievous,
And mom - with love
To elegant updates,
And dad is up to tricks
Funny!
I see in the mirror
I see in the mirror
Hello from mom and dad.
And so I approach them
Getting closer and closer
And you say they don’t exist...
And mom and dad
And mom and dad
In my
From birth
They live.
And mom and dad
And mom and dad
With me
This song
Singing!
(N. Pikuleva)
21. What could be more valuable than family?
What could be more valuable than family?
The father's house greets me with warmth,
They are always waiting for you here with love,
And they send you off on your way with kindness!
Father and mother and children together
Sitting at the festive table
And together they are not at all bored,
And it’s interesting for five of us.
The baby is like a pet to the elders,
Parents are wiser in everything
Beloved dad - friend, breadwinner,
And mom is closest to everyone, dearest.
Love it! And appreciate happiness!
It is born in a family
What could be more valuable than her?
On this fabulous land.
22. My family
Who comes home late
Who looks at things menacingly?
Who changes light bulbs? –
Well, of course - daddy!
Who is a squirrel from morning to night,
Washes, cooks, chops finely?
Who flies like a swallow? –
Well, of course - mommy!
Who's ready to build a house?
Run, jump, neigh?
Who is our fidget? –
Well, of course - grandpa!
Who will tell you a bedtime story?
About Princess Goldilocks,
Will you bake pancakes? –
Well, of course - grandma!
Who will break what he built?
Who will help me with my sister?
Who is the naughty boy? –
Here he is - little brother!
Who is all in bows and dolls,
All in emotions and feelings?
Who sings like a bird? –
It's my sister!
Who, you ask me,
These sweet friends?
I will answer without hiding, -
This is all my FAMILY!
(V. Tunnikov)
23. Family tree
I have a wonderful tree.
It is my family
And it is my kin.
On this tree
Until old age
My great-grandfather nested
And also my grandfather.
My dad
I learned to fly on it
And I was able to become a real bird!
And, as in the cradle,
With me
Until morning
On this tree
The winds swayed.
And the leaves were ringing,
Like bells
When I have
Chicks have appeared...
(G. Dyadina)
24. Family Anthem
And the house, sanctified by prayer,
It stands open to all winds,
And the grandmother teaches her grandson
Words: “fatherland”, “mother”, “temple”.
Chorus:
Live in peace and harmony.
The love of Peter and Fevronia.
Family is a great kingdom of love.
It contains faith, righteousness and strength.
Family is the pillar of the state,
My country, my Russia.
Family is the original source,
Protected by heavenly angels.
And sadness, and joy, and sorrows -
One for all, inseparable.
Chorus:
Keep each other at all times,
Live in peace and harmony.
And let your life be sanctified
The love of Peter and Fevronia.
Let them be repeated in generations
Blessed days of life.
God bless the family hearth,
Protect the love of your loved ones.
(I. Reznik)
25. Holiday song "Happy Moscow Family"
Children:
When there is such cheerful air around,
Birds and chicks are dancing in the sky,
And forgetting about your advanced age,
Mothers and fathers dance with us.
Together:
Happy Moscow family –
And there is no one more friendly in the world!
Let's dance together Dad, Mom, Me -
And in the sky, dancing, the sun shines.
Fathers:
Smiles light up our faces -
How great it is to be a good father:
Sing and have fun with your children,
And present their mother with flowers.
Moms:
What else, tell me, do mothers need?
To always say: “This is life!”
When husbands and children dance together:
Some are hip-hop, while others are twist!
(S. Osiashvili)
26. And family is everything
And family is home,
These are two and a third,
And maybe the fourth one,
And then the fifth.
These are warm lines
In the desired envelope,
If separation waves
A sad wing.
And family is light,
What is invisible and generous
Illuminates your whole life
And accompanies us.
This is creativity
Where there are neither last nor first,
Where is both joy and sorrow -
Always in half.
And family is everything.
It gets colder without her
Lonely thought
Lonely life.
Nothing happens
More dear in the world,
Nothing, no matter what you think
And no matter how brave you are...
(I. Yavorovskaya)
27. Who's whose
- Whose forest stream are you?
- Nobody's!
- But where are you from, stream?
- From the keys!
- Well, whose keys are they?
- Draws!
- Whose birch tree is by the stream?
- Draw!
-Are you a sweetheart girl?
– I am my mother’s, my father’s and my grandmother’s!
(O. Bedarev)
28. How did the word “family” appear?
Once upon a time the earth had not heard of him.
But Adam said to Eve before the wedding:
Now I will ask you seven questions:
Who will give birth to children for me, my goddess?
And Eve quietly answered: “I am.”
Whoever sews the dress will wash the linen.
Will he caress me and decorate my home?
Answer the question my friend..?
“I, I, I,” Eve said, “I.”
She said the famous seven “I”.
And so a family appeared on earth.
29. Family
Grandma will tell me a fairy tale
And make a sweet pie
And give me a little yarn,
So that I could run with the cat!
And my grandfather will give me a plane,
He will bring nails, a hammer,
And it will be ready early
We have a birdhouse and a scoop!
And dad will take you fishing,
He will tell you about forest herbs...
We're close, waddle a little
Let's go past the mushroom firs.
We'll pick mushrooms at the edge of the forest,
Let's find an intricate root,
In a forgotten forester's hut
We'll drink tea with raspberries...
And mom, bending over the crib,
He will sing a calm song,
On tiptoe he will go out furtively
And good dreams will come!
And the wind rushes through the windows,
I think I haven't slept for a long time:
Well, how can I answer this?
I just love them so much!
(M. Takhistova)
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30. Happiness
Oh my God,
How right you are:
What happiness -
Husband and children;
Live without changing
Crossing...
To be happier
Everyone in the world!
(N. Samonii)
31. Dedication to parents
The quiet city of our childhood
At night I often dream about:
Like a tired traveler,
Beckons the house to bow.
Oh, how delightful they were
These are cloudless days!
Our parents gave us
Happiness to live in this world...
There are toy houses
Hidden in a sweet slumber,
Like fairy gnomes
They look into the river furtively.
In this sweet abode
Waiting for the children to arrive
Aged parents
What is more valuable than anything in the world.
Memory echoes with pain -
We unwittingly hurt our loved ones:
The rude word is broken
And then there’s a stone on my heart...
You will forgive me if I offended you
Inattentive children!
We would give everything, parents,
If only you could live in the world...
Lost in the depths of time
All earthly deeds
But they repeat themselves in their grandchildren
Your features are dear:
Guardians of your family
Let them walk on the planet!
How happy we are, parents,
What are you in this world!
(I. Krivitskaya-Druzhinina)
32. Hunting is prohibited
I remind you, friends,
What if someone didn’t hear
From now on, on parents
Hunting is prohibited!
And hiding under the bed,
And around the corner of the buffet,
You can't be your parents now
To fire a gun!
It is forbidden to lie in wait
In the kitchen and living room,
When they're at the watering hole
They walk along a long path.
Check your kindness
Will also be rewarded -
There are only one parents
And they might come in handy!
Tamer Tips:
To a wild parent
No need to stomp and shout
But you need to tame it with affection!
(M. Schwartz)
33. My family
My family was sent to me by fate.
She gives me warmth and participation.
It contains a son and a daughter, a mother, a brother and me,
And my dear granddaughter is my ray of happiness.
I simply cannot live without them!
They are with me - the house sparkles with joy.
I will always love life for this,
What a reward for me - their great love!
34. Love! Family! Loyalty!
We grow with love in our hearts,
If the family is full of it.
We feed our feelings with fidelity,
If you have true friends nearby.
For the sake of our loved ones, we are ready to do anything.
We don’t know any love for them higher than that!
We are ready for any sacrifice!
If only they were happy!
Families are different in life,
Unfortunately, it cannot be changed.
I believe that those who want have it!
Among them are you, my Friends!!!
(A. Maltsev)
Vladimir Maksimovich Schwartz(1808-1872) - adjutant general, artillery general, member of the Military Council.
Biography
The son of second lieutenant Maxim Maksimovich Schwartz from his marriage to Elizaveta Osipovna Baranova, the daughter of a state councilor and sister of the poet D. O. Baranov. He received his education in the Corps of Pages, from where he was released on April 13, 1825 as an ensign with enrollment in horse artillery company No. 10, and some time later he was transferred to the Guards Horse Artillery.
In 1828-1829, Schwarz took part in the campaign against the Turks, upon his return from which he became part of the troops assigned to suppress the Polish uprising. Both of these campaigns provided opportunities for Schwartz to shine. For the capture of Warsaw he was awarded the Order of St. Anna 4th degree with the inscription “For bravery” and the Polish badge for military dignity 4th degree, from then on he quickly rose in rank.
In 1839, Schwartz was promoted to colonel and appointed commander of the battery of the Guards Horse Artillery, and three years later was appointed commander of the Life Guards Horse Artillery. Granted the rank of aide-de-camp on January 28, 1848, Schwartz the following year, on April 3, was promoted to major general and confirmed as commander of the Life Guards Horse Artillery.
In 1851 he was awarded the Order of St. Vladimir 3rd degree and on November 26, for 25 years of impeccable service in the officer ranks, he was awarded the Order of St. George, 4th degree (No. 8598 according to the cavalry list of Grigorovich - Stepanov).
Enlisted on December 6, 1852 in the retinue of His Imperial Majesty and retained in his position, Schwartz in 1855 was the head of the artillery unit in Kronstadt. On August 30, 1857, he was promoted to lieutenant general and at the same time appointed to serve under General Feldzeichmeister His Imperial Highness Grand Duke Mikhail Nikolaevich, under whom he remained for three years - until his appointment in 1860 as chief of artillery of the Separate Guards Corps. He held this position for only two years, and in 1861 he was awarded the Order of St. Vladimir 2nd degree.
In 1862, Schwartz was appointed to the post of chief of artillery in the Kingdom of Poland and on July 6 (according to G. A. Miloradovich - June 6) of the same year he was promoted to adjutant general. Occupying this position during the difficult time of the second Polish uprising, Schwartz, with his energy, experience and management, contributed greatly to the quick and successful suppression of this uprising. For this, in 1864 he was renamed Chief of Artillery of the Warsaw Military District and was awarded the Order of the White Eagle.
Appointed in 1865 as a member of the Military Council and inspector of troops, Schwartz returned to St. Petersburg, and from that time his activities were concentrated in various commissions. In the same year he was awarded the Order of St. Alexander Nevsky, and two years later was appointed a member of the commission regarding Karakozov’s crime. Also in 1867, he took the position of head of the Military Hospital Committee.
The following year, 1868, on May 20, Schwartz was promoted to artillery general, retaining the rank of adjutant general and all the positions he held, and being assigned to the Guards Horse Artillery. Following this, he was appointed chairman of a special commission to change the charter of the St. Petersburg Medical-Surgical Academy.
In 1871, Schwartz was awarded diamond insignia for the Order of St. Alexander Nevsky.
Among other awards, Schwartz had the Russian Order of St. Stanislaus 1st degree (1854), St. Anna 1st degree (1856, the imperial crown was awarded to this order in 1859).
V. M. Schwartz died in St. Petersburg on September 27, 1872, and was buried at the Volkov cemetery (A number of sources erroneously indicate another date - October 7).
According to P.P. Kartsov, Vladimir Maksimovich Schwartz was a man of truth, who did not change his honest convictions and rules neither out of pleasing the powerful of this world, nor out of worldly views and honors.
Family
Wife - Alexandra Alekseevna Tomilova(1815-1878), daughter and heiress of the famous collector and philanthropist Alexei Romanovich Tomilov (1779-1848) from his marriage to Varvara Andreevna Melgunova (1784-1823), niece of Senator A.P. Mlgunov. She was buried next to her husband at the Volkov cemetery. Their daughters:
- Elizaveta (1841-1882), married to State Councilor Vladimir Yulievich Giuliani.
- Varvara (1843-1863)
- Alexandra (1848-1926), since 1868, maid of honor of the court, heir to the Uspenskoye estate. Since 1874 she has been married to Vladimir Stepanovich Adamov (1838-1877). Having been widowed, in 1878 she remarried Evgeniy Grigoryevich Schwartz (1843-1932), her distant relative.
Sources
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