My uncle, Yakov Pan, his wife Sarah and son Yura.
The photo was made approximately in 1930 in Kiev.
My father and his two brothers received good educations: first Jewish (I think, they went to a kheder in Kazatin), and then - secular, in Kiev. Uncle Yakov was a Communist, a military, who held a very high position; he was also a deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR. He died in 1937 in Moscow from a stroke, while speaking at a meeting to his electors. (A few months before his death, his cousin, whose name I unfortunately don't know, was arrested and shot on the same night in Kiev).
Uncle Yakov escaped his destiny - he died his own death. A street in Vinnitsa was named after him. I remember him very well: nice military uniform, a black car that took him everywhere, a luxurious flat he and his wife Sarah had in Kiev in Pechersk - a white bear skin on the floor of his huge study. He visited us very seldom, but I received birthday presents from him every year - large boxes of candies that we never saw in our life.(10) Grandmother Hannah had a very hard time after the death of her son. He was her biggest pride in life. Grandfather Aaron did not live to see his death; he died in 1936.
Uncle Yakov worked at the railways, and due to his railway department we were evacuated. My aunt and uncle were settled in a room at the train station, and my uncle began to work at the railway depot .