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PART I


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Man cannot be one in nature. It all starts with his family, his family, the specifics of the environment. Each individual, in his natural arrangement, leaves the clan, which follows its characteristics and, sometimes, its duties. In my opinion, even more, as claimed by the idol of Russian literature and the words, Alexander Pushkin, is a sin not to remember the essence of its kind, the race is everything. It is impossible to disagree. It is sincerely clear, acceptable and natural.

The history of my family relatively vaguely reached me, a large number of relatives, unfortunately, moved away to another world, the next ones either remember vaguely, mistaking and poorly knowing the facts, or they live so far that communication is weak and rare. Nevertheless, having conducted personal surveys for many years, I managed to find out a number of necessary information, which, in subsequent years, I believe, I will be able to improve and systematize. I find it my duty to know my genus diversity, guided by the fact that it is the moral component of a competent and decent individual.

Frankly, as I myself know, my great-uncle Andrei Zuev, who lives in St. Petersburg and teaches at one of the military-type educational institutions, was engaged in the true history of my family (at least in the line of the mother), which one is hard to remember. It is known that he composed the family tree of our part of the genus, which I had not yet seen. Understanding the twists of my large family, I was able to find various life lessons about which one can and should argue. This traces the essence of the historical process - identifying the advantages and shortcomings of the past, their analysis and further transfer.


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