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My War ... Part 3 ...

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my father's mother - my grandmother, Anna Ivanovna, the youngest daughter Any and granddaughter Neley, housed in a vacant apartment on the street Bazaar (Sverdlov). Found there and a tiny room for us with my mother. Malnutrition my health deteriorated and I went slegla.Mama the city, making massages wounded people and for the work which has received some food. Soon she got a job at the second hospital where our wounded were lying prisoners. They were placed on the legs and then sent someone kuda.Inogda mother led to the house to heal hospital patients, and a couple of days, they just as suddenly went into the woods. I remember an engineer from Moscow, jazz musician, just the commander. There was another - from Osipovichi. I remember him more than others because, that after ovobozhdeniya Minsk he visited us and have fun telling how prosperous lives now his family. That's really really fed hungry not understand.

work at the hospital, Professor Markoff, he gave me a diagnosis - pulmonary tuberculosis and wrote to me from the hospital diet wounded - a half liter of milk daily.

During my treatment took my mom's relatives. Their The hostel is also in a strange apartment, in three adjoining rooms on the third floor on the street Internacyjanalnaya 14. They took us to his mom - Total 9. To maintain my strength, initially equivalent to selling things, and then start earning. The main breadwinner was Uncle Volodya. Being a man of the mechanics, he collected on post-fire locks, keys, hinges, hooks. Clean them, repaired and sold to the surviving booth-kiosk. Aunt Maroussia - widow of the artist Bortnikov, in a special box-suitcase bore the daily pastries from the bakery in the cafe. She always cared about the subsistence of the family. Aunt Nadia - the teacher, tried to work school at Freedom Square, but a week away - not lost his nerve. Our former teachers beat students. I saw it too - she studied for two days. This family also sheltering former friends mom with teenage son Volodya. Her name - Olga Matus - a radio announcer. She was a snub-nosed blonde, and none of the outsiders are not guessed about her Jewish origin. She even found a job as a laundress in a dining room. And Aunt Vera - a historian. After meeting with a column of Jews led to execution, ill - a quiet obsession. Her daughter Tanya helped around the house. That's our whole family. Despite all the efforts of Aunt Marousi, ate bad. In the early days of the war, Uncle Volodya procured on starch factory bucket of molasses. Once a day we all get a slice of bread with a teaspoon of molasses - a было изумительно вкусно. В остальном питании мне отдавалось предпочтение.