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After sleeping temperature, I decided to take away the village. Care of me took over Aunt Nadya. She took me to the village Mankovschina, near the village of Rakov, where the beginning teacher. During the trip, I was wrapped up, and only the eyes were free, as Aunt Nadia more than once sorry. When leaving the city, near the German cemetery, our sled stopped, because the road blocked the convoy of kind of carts full of dead, naked bodies. Immediately it was impossible to know them as people; icy hands and feet is incredibly stuck in different directions, recalling the long, poorly arranged firewood. Comforting my aunt Nadia explained that it was the war dead people. Later I learned that they were victims of the Jewish ghetto. In the village Mankovschina at home estate manager, was a long, barrack-type structure in which people lived in backyard and was a school, consisting of one class and the rooms for teachers. From the cold aunt Nadia saved me, warming the bottles with hot water. After a couple of weeks wife control ceded to us a room in his warm dome.Tam aunt worked for one season. We were visited by my mother and sister Tanya. Mom and aunt often went for food in neighboring villages. They were exchanged for products button and threads. A button given an egg, and the strings, even butter or lard. At Easter, I discovered a wonderful tradition in our west of Belarus, the inhabitants were in church on the eve of sanctify cooked before it is clear. Part of the hallowed brought teacher. Such an abundance of tasty food I have not seen. What did not we brought: and fried poultry and pig, ham, sausage, cheese, lots of cake and lots of colored eggs.
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