^I grew up in a family where parents and grandparents were equals as far as the time and effort in taking care of me were concerned; and my granddad spoke only Ukrainian to me, while my two grandmothers and two parents spoke only Russian. When I was in ~7th grade, my granddad suddenly switched in his conversations with me to his very poor, erratic Russian (it was in the early 1970's when the Soviet government in UKraine started a crackdown campaign on the "Ukrainian nationalism," many Ukrainian-speaking intellectuals were imprisoned and my gramps probably just freaked out). So, beginnig from the age of ~13 till the age of ~24, all the way through my senior secondary school years, and my university years, I never spoke Ukrainian (other than during the Ukrainian language and literature classes at school) and never heard it spoken to me... Yet, I kept reading Ukrainian - we had wonderful Ukrainian translations of the Western classics, published in literary magazines like "Dinpro" and "Vsesvit." And then, in the graduate school, I met my wife who was from a Western Ukrainian family of staunch resisters to Russification, devout Ukrainian speakers. And she tried to speak Ukrainian to me, and I... bit the bait. And it went so smoothly, and so naturally.And we still speak only Ukrainian to each other, and to our daughter. Now, the only time I speak Russian is when I talk on the phone to my mom, once a week, on Saturdays, for about 30 minutes.