Portrait of Hanna Kovalenko in the yard of her parents’ house

1926 — 2011

Hanna Kovalenko

A village teacher from the Poltava region who spent forty-two years teaching children in the school where she had once sat at the front desk herself.

Childhood

Hanna was born the eighth child into a family that already had seven. Her parents’ house stood at the edge of the village, with a field beginning just behind it, and she remembered that the first sound each morning was not her mother’s voice but the wind in the thatch.

Childhood ended early. In 1933 the family lost two children, and no one in the house spoke of it aloud for another thirty years — not until Hanna began writing down what she remembered.

The village

The road running through the village to the school
The road to school — the same one she walked for sixty years

The village had the same name as the river beside it. The school stood in the centre, opposite what had once been the church, and in the 1930s it held four classes for two hundred children.

I knew every child in this village by name. And every one of their fathers — because I had taught him too.

Hanna Kovalenkorecorded in 1998

The interview

In 2004 Hanna agreed to a long conversation on camera. The recording runs almost thirty minutes; for most of it she talks about other people rather than herself.

This video has not been published yet.interview-hanna-01

Recorded at home, August 2004Duration: 28:52

Letters

After Hanna died, a folder of letters was found in her desk — most of them from former pupils who had written to her for decades from one city or another.

One of the letters opens with the words the family later had cut into her headstone.

You were the only one who told me back then that there was something I could do.

letter, 1971

Her voice

Fragment of a conversation, August 2004

An excerpt about her first day of work at the school

Transcript

I walked into the classroom and realised I had no idea where to begin. So I simply asked them their names. That took the whole of the first lesson.

Hanna with two of her sisters beside the fence
One of the two photographs she kept on her desk until her last day