Let's talk about a good person. Women about women - Newspaper "Novocherkassk Vedomosti" - Novocherkassk.net Essay about a wonderful woman leader

A woman in the village... She is both a worker and a housewife, she very often mother of many children. She does not seek recognition, does not expect high awards. Rural woman modest and very hardworking, because peasant farming does not tolerate lazy people. Keep up with everything: get up at the first roosters, manage the housework, get the kids ready for school, and run to work yourself. So, without the city noise and bustle, in difficult rural conditions, in the absence of mechanization and automation, having shouldered a heavy load of household and industrial worries, the life of a village woman passes unnoticed year after year. There are over twenty million of them in Russia. And about one of these rural workers with wonderful name I would like to tell Nadezhda on the pages of Vperedovka.

"I am a country girl"

Daktuy resident Nadezhda Volkova, nee Lakhina, is a native Amur resident, born in the military 41st. She speaks about her homeland, Ushumun, with special warmth and tenderness... She spent her childhood, adolescence, and youth there. She has something to remember, something to talk about. He speaks with reluctance about his war and post-war childhood: “... Life was hard for everyone, what can I say.” And about how in 1958, after graduating from school, I went to study and work, first as a baker’s assistant, then as a teacher in kindergarten, says with a smile.

My life cannot be called carefree, I had to work so hard,” Nadezhda Yakovlevna recalls. - Life forced me to be independent. My parents had four of us, and when I turned 18, my father died. Therefore, I always relied only on myself: both when I studied to be a baker at the Sverdlovsk school, and when I graduated from the Khabarovsk Pedagogical College. Village hardening helped. There were always animals in the flock, and more than one: cows, chickens, pigs. Since childhood, I knew how to manage the household. And she didn’t contradict her parents’ word, she respected and revered her elders, because old people in their lifetime have seen a lot of things in life and understood a lot. They won't give you bad advice. We villagers were always taught to obey our parents, that’s how I raised our children, and I tell my grandchildren about this.

Not a minute of idleness

In Nadezhda Yakovlevna’s house there is always order, cleanliness, comfort and some kind of special hospitable atmosphere. And homemade cakes will certainly be waiting for her dear guests on the table.

No matter what time of day, whether during the day or in the morning, you go to Nadezhda Yakovlevna, there are always hot pies, cheesecakes, and buns on the table,” village librarian Tatyana Shershneva praises her fellow villager. - And half the village can tell you how delicious they are! If you bake it, there will be enough for half the village, and if he plants seedlings, there will be enough for his own garden and a dozen neighboring ones. She is such a person - “golden hands”. And when her grandchildren come to her village for the whole summer, the hospitable grandmother has no equal!

But in addition to her culinary skills, grandma can sew and knit. All her grandchildren were knitted with all kinds of booties and socks by her tireless hands. Blouses, soft pullovers - everything can happen. One of the granddaughters also took after her grandmother-handicraftsman - she was named after her grandmother, Nadezhda.

But Nadezhda Yakovlevna is not only a great housewife. These skills were most useful in the profession when she, a young mother of three children, was invited to teach works at a rural school.

Teaching at school is not an easy and responsible task, the woman says. - Well, if your task is to teach a child to work: sewing, cutting, cooking - it’s quite a troublesome task. The labor teacher needs to be able to convince the children that work brings joy to a person. Therefore, he himself must be able to receive this joy from work. Only this way, and no other way.

Nadezhda Yakovlevna never once doubted her choice life path. Having crossed the threshold of school for the first time in 1972, she devoted 22 years of her life to teaching. Additionally, she led office work and a handicrafts group at the school. She worked as a laboratory assistant and secretary. Nadezhda Yakovlevna has been retired since 1997.

Among the residents of Daktuy, the pensioner enjoys well-deserved authority and support. More than once she was elected by her fellow villagers as a deputy of the local Council of People's Deputies and a member of the Women's Council, accepted active participation in all activities of their school and village. Repeatedly awarded with certificates of honor and letters of gratitude. And yet, the most important thing in the life of an elderly woman today is her children and grandchildren, about whom a caring grandmother is ready to talk 24 hours a day.

Together for life

The family of Nadezhda and Peter Volkov has three children, three grandchildren, three granddaughters, a great-grandson and a great-granddaughter. Parents gave all children higher education. They have long since “flew away” from their native nest. Senior Andrey and younger Irina Today they live in Khabarovsk. Svetlana in Nakhodka. But every year they, together with their children, come to their parents’ house to visit their aged father and mother. And again they gather at the huge table big family Volkov and over a cup of fragrant village tea, devouring grandmother’s cheesecakes and pies, they remember past events and make plans for the future. For many years they live in perfect harmony: modestly, honestly, not for show. And it all started back in 1963.

It started spinning and spinning,” says Nadezhda Yakovlevna. - How Petya and I met in the spring at a friends’ wedding, he was then the groom’s groomsman, and since then we have never parted. He then often came to Ushumun to look after me, and in November 1964 they celebrated their wedding. Petya is from Daktuy, that’s why we moved to Daktuy.

You know what Nadezhda and Peter are like? beautiful couple there was a match for each other,” recalls Tatyana Shershneva. - Both are tall, stately, beautiful, and also good people: friendly, friendly.

For fifty years now, Pyotr Mikhailovich and Nadezhda Yakovlevna have been together. Both joys and sorrows - everything is in half. But for a long time now, the main burden of household chores has fallen on the shoulders of the wife. Thanks to her patience and love, Pyotr Mikhailovich was able to recover and quickly recover from the stroke. Nadezhda Yakovlevna’s endless care even today supports her sick husband and does not allow him to despair and mope. The neighbors call it a perpetual motion machine.

“But where to go, because now you have to work for two,” Nadezhda Yakovlevna jokes about this.

But no one hears a word about what is difficult from the still strong, energetic woman. Since 1980, Nadezhda Yakovlevna and her husband have lived in a large, spacious house, and for more than seven years now, the woman has been independently maintaining order both in it and in the garden. She manages the mowing herself, and keeps the twenty-acre estate, a flowering garden and a vegetable garden rich in all sorts of vegetables, in order. In moments of relaxation, he reads newspapers, watches TV and is always aware of all events.

"I'm happy"

Where does this tireless woman get her strength? How and when do you find time to relax? To this Nadezhda Yakovlevna, smiling, answers:

If I suddenly want to relax, to be alone, I sit in a chair and start knitting. This calms your nerves and gives you time to think about your own things. I also love to sew. And sometimes I go to the forest for “green oxygen therapy” and relax alone with nature.

Looking at this woman, you are surprised that there are no worries, no worries in recent years They didn’t make her heart callous, they didn’t force her to withdraw. Always open, friendly, welcoming, “without a stone in her bosom,” she raised her children to be the same. Giving them love and tenderness without reserve, she receives from them in return the same share of attention and care. The children are very friendly and often visit their mother. Grandchildren and great-grandchildren love to visit their grandmother in the village.

A bright woman, a real rural worker, whose soul is open to people, and whose heart is responsive to the pain of others. Kindness and compassion are the main character traits of Nadezhda Yakovlevna, the Daktuy residents say about their fellow villager.

To answer the question: “What day of your life do you consider the happiest?” Nadezhda Yakovlevna couldn’t do it.

“I’m just happy,” Nadezhda Yakovlevna smiles. - Every day throughout my life, even if it was not joyful, made it clear that someone needed me. More than once my fellow villagers needed my help, and I was happy if I could help them with something. At one time, my students needed my knowledge and skills, and I happily taught them everything I could. My husband, children, grandchildren still need me. Isn't this happiness? I don't need more.

Maybe these words contain the recipe for a long and happy life?

The heroes of today's publications can be divided into two main groups. One of them is various kinds of symbolic faces. Sex symbols, show symbols, symbols of wealth, power, etc. The press is interested in them as people who personify success. There are few such public people, they have become familiar, and many have become fairly boring to the reader. Their job is to maintain interest general public all sorts of vulgarities.

The second group is more numerous, and its heroes are unknown to anyone. These are different kinds of bosses who wanted something written about them by a certain date, or just like that. This is done for money. It is clear that only relatives and friends can read such essays, and only one line at a time...

Here the author wonders if there are people who do not belong to the first two categories and who sincerely believe that they have not done something in this life that deserves everyone’s attention, but at the same time it would be interesting to read about them.
There may be many such people, but they are not easy to find. They don't expose themselves. Therefore, when the opportunity arises, you should definitely talk about them.

Zinaida Aleksandrovna Kutuzova

Pediatrician. She's already dead. In old age. The drama of a man who is almost 90 is that there are no longer people in this world who loved or hated him. Therefore, funerals of very old people are always not crowded.

A lot of people came to say goodbye to Kutuzova (there were no warning measures, except for a small obituary in Magnitogorsk Metal). And these were not grateful patients: for the last quarter of a century she has not worked. These were doctors and nurses, mostly elderly... The fact that the heroine of my essay is not just a doctor, but an honored doctor Russian Federation, former chief pediatrician of the city and chief physician Children's City Hospital No. 3, this is not the main thing. All this was a very long time ago. A catchphrase“No one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten” is never confirmed by life... But Kutuzov was remembered by numerous colleagues, despite the fact that most of them had long been in the other world. The author tried to figure out why, and having figured it out, he decided to write this essay.

She was a pronounced workaholic. For this reason, such people are a dime a dozen in our current corporations. Today's workaholic managers are very tough people. Without sparing themselves, they do not spare their subordinates. Kutuzova did not shift her stress onto her subordinates. There is evidence of this. The author communicated in different times with a considerable number of colleagues and former subordinates of Kutuzova, and that’s what’s surprising. Everyone talks about her only with reverence. The opinions of subordinates about other well-known leaders of this level differ diametrically. The author found one colleague of Kutuzova, who believed that he was punished excessively by the head physician, but he also emphasized: “For the cause.” And then he generally said: “A very reasonable woman, it was she who later secured a three-room apartment for me in the Leninsky district.”
Here another quality of the head physician Kutuzova surfaced. This is a complete, absolute incapacity for money-grubbing and even everyday hoarding. All that she left behind, materially, was a tiny Khrushchev apartment she received for a family of five, neglected garden plot Yes, the Order of the Badge of Honor... Although no, also a hockey stick with the autographs of the players of the USSR national team: Kharlamov, Mikhailov, Petrov. She loved hockey and was proud of her personal acquaintance with the national team coach Tarasov.

She always spoke politely to her subordinates and never raised her voice. She was petite in build and pleasant in appearance. Apparently therefore, despite her fierce determination and sacrifice for the interests of the cause, she gave the uninitiated the impression of a soft and compliant person. But the family received a full leadership impulse. She assigned her daughter, a medical student who came to her practice, as a nurse in the infectious diseases department. There was just an outbreak of dysentery and there wasn’t enough staff. The family carried out her orders strictly. Therefore, after graduating from university, my son did not go to graduate school, but to serve in the army. Or rather to the fleet. Border guards. At that time they served in the navy for three years. According to current concepts, such actions of a mother are some kind of parental ruthlessness. Maybe. Only later, she took a vacation several times and went across half the country to visit her son... There was something in her from the old Prince Bolkonsky from “War and Peace”... It is easier for such people to endure pain than shame.

And one last thing. When chief physician Kutuzova turned 55, the very next day she wrote a statement asking for release from leadership position. They didn’t let me go, but she insisted. She stayed in the hospital to work as a simple doctor and worked until she went blind.

And when she was dying and had already fallen into unconsciousness, she kept getting ready to go somewhere to save the child...

This, perhaps, is all the most interesting thing about pediatrician Kutuzova.
Although no, here’s another thing.

Our medicine today desperately needs such Zinaida Aleksandrovna Kutuzovs. So, perhaps, we should name her name for the largest children's hospital in the city, No. 3, which she led for a long time, and which she built and organized its work? I am sure there is no decent person who will say a word against it. And if so, then let this name become a symbol of the fact that a doctor should save people not while he is paid, but while he is breathing.

Magnitogorsk, Chelyabinsk region.

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This is a breath of conscience - in the shamelessness of the modern race into the void...

No, what I mean is that you are infinitely right, Victor, the press is full of it. What is it replete with? It doesn’t matter, the main thing is that it brings money.

And in the Soviet Union, newspapers and magazines were simply filled with notes and articles about such unknown, but very important and very decent people. This one did such a thing, and this one achieved such achievements, and this one saved so many.

Irina Davydova

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Those days when women only stood at the stove, nursed children and greeted breadwinners from work are gone. Today, no one can be surprised by a female boss. Moreover, the effectiveness of management depends not at all on gender, but on personal leadership qualities, education and experience. But, of course, there are peculiarities in the work of a female chef.

Woman boss - classification of psychological types

Leader - “Man in a Skirt”

Such a boss is stingy with emotions. What she lacks in emotionality, she more than makes up for with authoritarianism in her interactions with subordinates and a harsh attitude towards people and affairs. Such a business woman will never forget her home " hedgehog gloves”, and there is no smell of democracy at work - exchange of opinions and free expression of one’s thoughts are excluded by default. As a rule, employees of a subtle mental organization flee from such a team. Therefore, open fawning, quarrelsomeness and poking reign in him.
What to remember?

• Learn to be silent and control yourself.
• Do not allow the conversation to move from dialogue to other planes.
• Use the gift of persuasion.

Boss - “Mommy”

The boss from this category is the complete opposite of the previous one. No action is complete without emotions. The main weapon is charm. The employees are almost her children, and friendship and only friendship should reign in the team. Read more. Kindness and emotionality do not contribute to order in the team - there is always chaos there due to the hyper-liberality of “mommy”.

What to remember?

• Please only contact your boss directly with your problems and suggestions (not your colleagues).
• Omit the technical details in your “presentation” - explain your ideas at the level of emotional painting. If the boss is inspired by your heartfelt speech, the technical details will be resolved by themselves.
• The reprimands of such a boss usually represent women's grievances that are understandable to everyone. And you should respond to them accordingly. That is, turning not to the mind, but to the feelings.

Boss – “Enthusiast”

This situational type of leader is a workaholic woman who lives for success and victory. She will always be the first to arrive and the last to leave. There is paper chaos on her desk. In her memory – often too. Due to the abundance of information, she often forgets - about the specific responsibilities of her subordinates, the deadlines for completing tasks, etc. Compared to previous options, this one is not so bad. In any case, the forgetfulness of your superiors sometimes provides you with an extra day off, and you won’t have any special problems at work.

LIGHTING THE LIGHT IN CHILDREN'S HEARTS

My memories of school are episodic. Just like on a film film damaged from long storage, missing fragments interfere with the full perception of the “film”, but do not harm the overall impression.

So, I remember a large bookcase in our 23rd room on the third floor of school No. 10, which we, newly minted fifth-graders, at the suggestion of our class teacher Siyana Magomedovna Mamaeva , they forced me to bring books and toys from home. I remember the endless “we write one - two in mind” - Siyana Magomedovna’s patient attempts to teach us, capable and incapable of exact sciences, at least the basics of mathematics. I remember how the whole class went to visit our school mother at home, and she was embarrassed by such loud manifestations of care and love. In all memories - Siyana Magomedovna, and with what tenderness and warmth her name warms the memory.

Our parents (my mother and the mothers of the other seventeen classmates) always believed that Siyana Magomedovna was too soft a leader for our noisy “A” class. In fact, it was impossible to catch this wonderful, bright woman in bad mood, irritated and angry, bringing to class a load of her household worries and problems. It was impossible to irritate her by hanging at the board for a long time, looking for the right way to solve a problem or equation when it was very close. And even periodic shirking from doing homework in high school did not become the very last point before a breakdown. Only a disappointed, quiet “Shameless!”, after which I wanted to hide under my desk, never to meet the reproachful, stern gaze of the teacher again.

All I wanted was not to disappoint her, not to let her down, and the best assessment and incentive to work on myself was praise class teacher at parent meetings. Sensitive at heart, sympathetic, empathetic, understanding and forgiving, she tried to keep our parents away from our school troubles as much as possible, to the extent that her gentleness and kindness allowed her to cope with them herself. How often now, when we have grown out of our 15-16 years, we miss this gentle voice of our beloved teacher, from which our souls warm and it becomes clear: everything will work out.

“Your classmate is Siyana Magomedovna? You're lucky! – we have heard more than once from graduates different years, who forever remembered her mathematics lessons. Even to the most incurable humanists, like me, algebra and geometry did not seem like God's punishment. Partly due to the fact that Siyana Magomedovna always had stories and examples in stock, after which even the most complex topics were perceived easier and more interesting. And on classroom hours more than once she became for us a judge whose verdict determined who had conflicting rights and who should apologize. Everything was decided by this calm voice and wise look - the only examples of tolerance I have encountered in my life.

Each of us had our own Siyana Magomedovna. She invariably appeared when one of her school children was ill, or there was a misfortune in the family, or when it was necessary to resolve issues that the teacher's sensitivity did not allow to discuss in front of everyone. For me, my school mother has always been a model of femininity and gentleness, a symbol home comfort and warmth. This warmth washed over you from the very threshold when you happened to drop by to visit her, and you embraced her dearly in her arms so tightly that it seemed that you had come home, where they had been waiting for you for a long time.

Dear Siyana Magomedovna! Five years have passed since you released us, your last issue, on a long voyage. The best thing that school could give us was your lessons, the value of which you understand more and more the older you get. My deepest bow to you for this inhuman work - to light the light in children's hearts, to teach girls and boys to be adults, endlessly forgiving them for mistakes and blunders along the way. Let the warmth you radiate return to you a hundredfold every day. We love you very much - everyone who has ever been lucky enough to be your student! Happy Teacher's Day!

Muminat MAGOMEDOV.