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Just wanted to remember a couple of personal qualities of our father - His sense of humour never left him. I remember in September he was taken into intensive care unit in hospital and for the first days that we visited he looked bad - didn’t open his eyes, didn’t respond to us, and the only thing we could see he was still alive was his heart rate on the monitor. Then in a few days he opened his eyes and started whispering, the nurse came nearer… and then he made an inappropriate joke. He was a kind man, as witnessed by all stray dogs in the vicinity of our flat. When he came out they would all gather round because he would feed them. In fact they were probably all related to the bitch Jack whom he adopted with my sister Tanya, then 5? years old. Jack, later known as Jackie, was very devoted and clever despite being a mongrel, and lived all her long live with us mothering many of the dogs in the neighbourhood. He loved sport. Everyone knew him as “Professor on Rollerblades” after the local TV station made a little film about him. It was hard not to notice when he was cruising in all flashing lights among the traffic on main roads in Moldova. He was also known to police in Clemson where he was stopped for rollerblading on a motorway. He was a gymnast - as a student part of the then renowned Leningrad gymnastics team. And a good swimmer too - often brought back by the coast guard boats having swam way beyond the marked swimming areas in various countries while on summer holidays. For Tanya and I, he was most of all a good father - who took us everywhere - Tanya to his trips in America, me to Leningrad, Moscow, Lithuania, Georgia, Ukraine. At the same time he gave us freedom and showed us that we could achieve anything. I followed his steps, having chosen his university and even his specialism in lasers. I then did a physics PhD in Cambridge on semiconductors like he suggested and with my success I will always remain indebted to him. But most of all he was a kind father and we will always remember him.
Sergei Pyshkin (left) was a student of the renowned soviet physicist Aleksandr Prokhorov, who was awarded the 1964 Nobel prize for the invention of laser. Sergei, then a promising young scientist from Leningrad, moved to Moldova in 1968 where the new Academy of Sciences was created. There he built the first laser in Moldova, and founded his Laboratory of Laser Studies at the Institute of the Applied Physics, which he headed for many years. He became one of the youngest professors and for his achievement was awarded the State Prize of Moldova among many other awards and recognitions.
When I think of my father, I immediately end up in the brightest memories of my childhood. My father was a scientist, and a traveler, and he chose me as his travel companion and brought me with him since I was about 10 years old. He was very proud of bringing his daughter everywhere, to a lab in the United States Air Force Base, to a banquet or to a conference. He was genuine, and many of his actions like that took people off guard, and caused admiration. He loved to walk, slow but long. We walked across cities and flew across the world, and in all of that, for me, he was a constant source of kindness, and fun. I tried to remember one time when he got upset with me - and I was a spoiled child so I guess there was a million reasons to get irritated as a father. And I couldn’t remember one time, not one time he was ever even a little bit angry with me. He was always kind, always warm, and always took me seriously, he tried to give me the most even when there were no means to give anything at all. And he always told people how proud he was of me. The kind of father that he was really shaped me and who I am. He has given me the greatest gift of self-confidence. He taught me, and my brother, besides the importance of good education and a favorite profession, the desire for independence and pursuing own dreams, and fighting for them, whatever they may be. In things he believed, he wasn’t gonna bend for anything. He had a goal, a purpose in life. To him, he thought it was about science. And even thought he did a lot for science - to me his greatest achievement was who he was to us. Our dear father. Rest in Peace.
Kirill Pyshkin
Kirill Pyshkin
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