Это documentary story of my mother, Rudzinoy Kimy Vladimirovna about the war years ...
Here option with photos http://nataliarudzina.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html
Rudzina KV (One thousand nine hundred twenty-six - 2,003)
Minsk Belarus
I have my own bell tower. And the war has its own. If look at the war from the side, you can see a triangle, and in every corner of his own vanity. In one - politicians, in the other - the army, in the third - confused people instinctively desire to survive, to find shelter and a piece of bread. I - the population.
Before the war, my mother, LUBOV neatly went to a house management and learned how to behave in case of war - even mask it was. Her profession - a nurse. She took part in mock alarm. All it's sophomoric in comparison with reality. At Day start of the war she was at those sessions, and I was taken to the nearest "safe place". The ultimate The tram stop was at "Park Cheluskintsev, and then hand submitted to the village of gadflies. There was a new school, the whole neighborhood shiny red tiles. Director this school was the sister of my mother - my aunt Vera.V basement of this school, I met the first fight voyny.V basement of this school, I met the first battle War. All night we listened to the flying and bursting shells. Someone with knowledge of the case said that if the flight of the projectile can be heard - it means passing. In the first lull at dawn we came out of the basement and the cat too. She went stealthily about the yard, staring at the sky, and when he appeared aircraft, first ran into the basement.
Dad with his younger brother Guericke out of town on a passing car. Mom refused and walked past behind me. No transport was no longer there and we decided to walk go to Moskvu.S us left my dad's sister - Aunt Olga and her daughter Taiso. On the Moscow highway continuously walked refugees. Some pulled their belongings, others - children and on the hands and kolyaskah.Odna woman in a bathrobe and slippers carrying a baby and sang loudly - probably crazy. In the trenches littered with abandoned things. Drinking water from dirty puddles of clay. Aunt Oli were pieces of sugar - and to eat. Together with the refugees, small grupkami walked and soldiers, but mostly - the woods. After a few tens of kilometers in the countryside Korolev Stan, we were bombed. The most vivid picture: have one cow pluck a locally piece stomach she ran away and cried, and stretched her colon.
After a night spent on the bog hummock, we learned that the Germans had ahead and continue to go it makes no sense. We returned to Minsk and did not recognize him. House burning out and lay dead everywhere. In the area of typography, I came a minute into the yard and saw terrible picture. In the yard was a truck with the tailgate unfolded. With the machine hung dead soldiers, with their heads down and faces me. Probably the truck shot from aircraft. On dead people crawling flies.
Near the bridge over Svislach woman knelt before a German patrol and begged skip to the burning home in Liberty Square - she stayed there children. Do not let him.
We slept in a sort of burnt the house down the street DOLGOBRODSKAYA. Under the stairs, the stone floor was warm as a hot stove. All my clothes consisted of a white sarafan in flowers - so it was warm and cozy. In the morning went to his house. Now there is Independence Square, and before the war was a residential area. From the Government House was the Soviet street, and the reverse - Against Medical Institute - connected lane. There was my house and there, in ruins, it remains my childhood.
The city residents diligently "Pure" shops, and nearby farmers entire carts exported goods. Around the ruined shop, mom picked up a box of buttons for shirts, white and black thread, and spirits - then long trembled with fear for his "crime." This "treasure" later turned out to be a valuable tool in our hungry существовании.
To be continued ...
War Minsk Photos courtesy of the Ming artist Dmitry Maslov, originals размещены на его сайте: http://sites.google.com/site/dmitrymasly/
© - все авторскае права защищены, Наталия Рудзина (Natalia Rudsina).
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