ABSTRACT
I will always remember my first meeting with YaB. In the autumn of 1951, after my graduation from Moscow State University, I ended up as a teacher of physics and mathematics in a high school in a village called Belousovo in the Kaluga Region, 105 km from Moscow. Sitting in the evenings at dinner with the old peasant woman who kindly took care of me, and in whose hut71 I lived, I looked at my university notes and, listening to the rain beating on the window, beyond which was pitch darkness, I consciously bade farewell to the scientific activity for which I had prepared at university.
