Advocaat Recipe With Whole Eggs

My War ... Part 6

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next academic year Aunt Nadya worked in the village Esmanovtsy rather beside the estate Germanishki. At home, a school was granted two classrooms and a room for us. Students were many and Aunt Nadia persuaded me to try to work with children. Until then, I often sat on her wonderful lessons. She was a high-class professionals. She confided to me the second and third classes. My teaching is not quite meet the usual rules. In addition to arithmetic, reading and writing, I paid much attention to speech, drawing, games for consideration. Students read Pushkin's fairy tales, the accompanying drawings on the blackboard. Drew and they are. Aunt Nadia was pleased with my work. By New Year we have prepared a feast. And the costumes and Christmas decorations do it yourself. School Concert inspired parents, who danced till the evening, pretty spoiled parquet in the classroom. I think that my students will remember our conversation. Very quickly, our work was rewarded unexpected way: the children began to come to school with goodies - who with a bottle of milk, some with several eggs or a piece of lard or butter, meat, etc.. I Big warm memories of my work at school and, later, not once regretted that prinebregla Board Aunt Nadya become uchtelnitsey, though well aware that this freedom of teaching is hardly likely to have in our typical school.

By this time, the guerrilla movement becomes more organized, less punks, although many times I had sit overnight in the closet with the old stuff. It already had small detachments. After our house had gone to the partisans pharmacist from the town, taking the medicine chest. With him was his wife. We have a few days there were two other guerrilla: Pete from Kiev and Ivan from Moscow. The first was killed not far from Germanishek - although the battle was not. He was not buried, and the crows pecked out his eyes. Vanya was shot dead after arrest, during the escape, in a forest near Molodechno. How well they played at the school festival - one of the mandolin, the other on the balalaika. Through the estate Kievets the partisans smuggled Olga Matus and his son. About their fate had nothing to learn - a complete silence, as Bud something they did not exist in the world. It was rumored that she shot someone.

witness to the fighting, which told in post-war films, I've never been, though lived in the forest zone. Information was such a spoiled phone, but something I saw, and the impression is not a pleasant one: mines on roads where there are no Germans, blown cart, the peasants were killed, and the horse tore in half. Some strange murder: our hostess in Germanishkah after the withdrawal of the guerrillas, stumbled upon the body secretly murdered her husband. More user-friendly episode: a mine exploded under the car of two elderly Germans (vlast in the town of town). They are excellent grown unprecedented long cucumbers perfect weed beds. But during the shooting of Jewish partisans were absent. In our region punishers feel at ease.   Так, что партизаны для меня – медаль с двумя сторонами.             


                    

 

 

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