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My War ... Part 2

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first direct acquaintance with the Germans, I had a week after the start of the war - I just turned fifteen let.Ya still in a state of shock, everything has been turned upside down, from Minsk is nothing left. My mother and I sat a long time near our dotlevayuschego home and cried. The first days of throwing us stray from one cellar to another, from one another's apartments - in another. A few days we slept in a park near station, in a single apartment building, parked owners. In a park settled by German soldiers, gaily strumming on a harmonica. For us they did not pay attention, but it was still scary. No water, thirsty, and here we are, women from the surrounding ruins, went to look for water somewhere in the region Chervensky market. Heat. Returning, decided to shorten the route, passing by the current bus station - next to the railway. Hundreds of prisoners were lying, sitting, exhausted - they died of thirst surrounded by guards. Seeing the water, the prisoners, as mad, rushed to us, ignoring shouts of guards. They eagerly drank water, trying not to spill it. The Germans are lazy potaraplivali, but did not touch them.

The next morning we were stopped by soldiers and taken, with more empty buckets in side of campus, which survived the bombing. The Germans put in order of housing for their needs, but for washing toilets that never blisteli purity needed local resident. For me it was awful, but in the presence of a submachine choice was made, Toilets cleaned and for the work given a loaf of bread. But that's not all. Home was released not all. Several women were taken to the station, where trains have lived German officers - had to wash the windows.

called me a young, dapper officer and led him to his car, explaining that he needed to wash a shirt - as if in cars can be washed! I, naively, obediently followed him, but we were stopped by an elderly German in full chef form. The officer is angry and left, looking back on my savior. To justify their intercession, the chef gave me a job. I was peeling potatoes, washing dishes and greedily ate unusual foods: something between a soup and porridge of peas with the chicken. And he only drank coffee from a large vat, puffing from the heat and fatherly looking on a thin girl. A few hours later I returned home with canned food and a loaf of bread into the bargain to the first, to the delight of my mother's desperate.

tired and sated, I sat on a nearby porch - the house had two entrances, and suddenly, I heard stony.Tihonko out into the corridor and made out to the floor lay a girl-desantnitsu. She was shot in the leg and lost a lot of blood. I went for my mother. In a strange closet found something for dressing and dress. Fed, dressed in the evening, leaning on a cane, a wounded girl left - would not want to stay, afraid of courting trouble for us. How far is she gone? The only что могло ей помочь остаться незамеченной, это то, что   после бомбёжек в Минске было много раненых.  

                                                                                                                    

 

 

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