Tulcea, 14 June 1928: Evdokia with a friend of hers, who came to visit (with exactly three years before the birth of my grandmother! – what a coincidence).
Vasile Covaliov, in suit with bow, 1928 (FOTO ROYAL, Isaccea Street, number 1, vis-à-vis Hotel Continental).
Vasile Covaliov, in the house of the Pavlov family, standing on chair, in suit with tie, at the end of the 20s, Tulcea (the date and photographer are not mentioned).
Evdokia Andreevna, my great-grandmother, in her 30s (the date and the photographer are not mentioned)
1932, family photography: Vasile (left) holding Mărioara Vasilievna (center) at the age of one year, standing – next to his wife, Evdokia (right) – on a bench in the garden of the house. (FOTO ELEGANT, Gheorghe P. Jeciu, Tulcea)
Ante scriptum: “Which is the value of intelligence in love?” For months I had been trying to give an answer to this dilemma. I rewrote this article three times but, every time, I couldn’t find the right words. It is very hard to intelligently speak about love, what to say about intelligently speaking about love while weighting the value of intelligence in the same time. After all, love is an unspeakable feeling, which you cannot describe in words. And then, what should I do? “An image values as 1000 words”, it is said.