10th
Our Gorodock was in guerrilla zones, but our life was relatively calm. There was some brief skirmishes between guerrillas and police. In a clash of local significance "was killed the head of Gorodock.
In drunk he jumped out onto the pitch with a Swords, someone called to fight, was wounded in the leg and during the firefight, he bled and died. Several times Gorodock was set on fire. I get used to the fires and brought in cold blood, our meager belongings.
One night invited unidentified bomber from us. The bombs did not fall so far from our house. A hit in the adjacent barn, dug a deep funnel, on the border were still intact pig. It also gave us natural disasters. A real hurricane flew past the Gorodock. At one lunch, it has become so obscure that only infinite flashing lightning illuminated Flying the rooftops of barns. In the courtyard stood a tethered horse. Because terrible wind, it fell to his knees and could not get up. It was not long, but long enough to make a hundred year old trees that graced the streets of Gorodock.
And flew into our house the day before a ball lightning, but he destroyed the chimney in the kitchen. In that moment I was sitting in a squatting position, took the illustrated magazine which was under the buffet. I was thrown to the ground and saw before me a float from left to right - on par- silvery-pink misty ball, football great. It was like in slow motion. The time was almost stand and I did not know when the explosion thundered, before appearance of the ball or after? I was stunned and could not move. In the room there were two men. They saw everything, and their hairstyles changed: the hairs laid from left to right. The flash was gone, we discovered in a small window, "Dreikopeek" (1.5 cm) hole, and sooty glass all around. In the house was smoke and it smelled strongly of ozone, but there was no fire. Mom was in the kitchen and has got injuries from fragments of the destroyed Ziegelnsschornsteins. And our neighbor, who was next to us, we buried her up to the knees in the earth. Had they not been wearing rubber shoes, she was dead the evening is all gone and the numbness in stormy, we discussed the events.
After all the shocks we came back to our everyday life with new disturbing rumors. After the years, the word "war", perceived as a chain of perpetual nightmares. But if you exestierst in this war, live for this time, and not just one year, then all these events held in the time and it results in such a way that terrible things happen less often and the rest of the time people simply live. The live uneasily with their everyday problems and joys attainable. In quiet periods, we heard music, opera arias. We had Koffergrammofon. We danced tango and waltz, sang with a guitar, we fell in love, got married and turned on curlers. Being young is stronger than war.
G rodock is located 50 km from Minsk. After the liberation of capital. began to the approach. The Germans came to an arrangement in order to evacuate to Germany. I learned that when a supply convoy was passing near our house. . The policeman came over and ordered to join aunt Nadia had pain in the knee - you read it in peace. Mama was in the hospital. And I was met with no matter-just threw on her coat. All rushed in - you could hear the fight: The policeman said that he will make himself personally for me, so I do not need things. The long supply convoy pulled apart in the direction Molodietchno and guards were rare. Already in the first forest I offered to permit to go into the bushes and when I got behind the trees, I threw myself, like a ball to running back. After the forest we had to cross a field and they started shooting. I fell behind the first little hill and lay motionless. The shocks from the machine gun went over the little hill, I was overwhelmed by the earth. I could hardly hold myself back so as not to run off. Thank God I had enough sense to me not to move. The supply convoy went away and I returned to my house burnt down. I found Aunt Nadia around in a potato pit - The neighbors helped her to achieve them. And the mother ran after the supply convoy, but they told her that I'm back ...
The front was very close, you had to hide. Mom and Aunt Nadia remained in the pit, and I went with a group of women with children in the woods, where will trenches from the First World War did. There, "we accepted the fight." Bombs fell, and then flew the missiles. We were sitting on in the trenches, but when the "Katjuschen" (*) shoot began, it was possible the not endure. This sound could be compared with the laughter of a giant demon. Not so far from the trench floor exploded. We were burnt by fiery air (my eyebrows were burned) and we threw out in panic to go away. In my hands was any child. Now it is difficult to imagine how one could run with incredible speed to the paragraphs in a gabardine - coat with a child. I ran forward, the other behind me. The shells exploded around, but God pardoned us. We walked to the River. The explosions - I think, remained behind, and over there, across the river - calm. It is dark. No one but I could swim. I found a ford in my robe and helped to bring over the children. What to do with fear not! We went to a single farm and there continued the fight. We sat down with the hosts in the basement all night in wet clothes.
morning arrived early to our (Red Army). My joyful sobs
put all that happened so far in the shade. I returned to Gorodock on the running board of a military vehicle. On the road lay what remained of a people crushed by tanks. were
From the battlefield to the next the wounded brought home intact. Mama took care of it, and I tried to help. In the night a soldier was in dying, wounded in abdomen. It allowed him to drink, but suddenly it was allowed him. And I gave him to drink.
I was very surprised when he said that he regretted very much that he did not come to Berlin - I did not believe that one could think in the last hour of something similar. There was still a wounded man with dozens of chips in the body: He spoke in a fever all night, "said a female name. When he came to himself and looking at me, his face beaming. Maybe he saw another one in me. Early the next morning they took him away. The doctor said that he will die.
I remember so far the two. And the day before I managed to fall in love in love with a young major, who regaled us with tea and very tasty soldier's biscuits. We could not talk enough, as if we had not seen.
He offered me to write to him, left his address. I wrote, but got no answer. What if he was so young and beautiful? It's so unfair.
One day I went with aunt and mom to Minsk with the ride-military Truck. The relatives of the father and mother went their own way through the war. The older sister of the father - Aunt Nina Nonna with her daughter were among the partisans. And her son and husband Vova Uncle Vanya were at the front. Luba came with daughter Nelja to Germany with her new husband, an elderly German who provisioned the army with bacon. Grandmother Anna Ivanovna could feel not agree with the marriage of her daughter and threw herself into the River. She was found a week later. Aunt Olia buried her daughter Taissia - blood cancer. Sister Tanya was sold in Germany. She worked there on a farm. After liberation by the Americans returned to their homeland.
12th
came in the fall, I and my mother in the Urals. My father worked there at a plant that produced the stories. The father was a military person and after the evacuation from Minsk, he was to work as a military professional in the city Katav-mobilized lwanovsk. He wrote to Minsk and took us. I got into the Ural Switzerland - an area of extraordinary beauty: the mountains, beautiful lakes, forests, ski, fish, bear meat. Wild strawberries and bell flowers were twice as large as ours. After the front located Dunkelcheit - lit electric lamp, unusual.
Only when I looked closer, I realized that the Urals had been crushed by the heavy role of the war.
The people who were emaciated by hunger and by the forces of rising labor, freeze in ice-covered rooms - they were refugees. All people who were evacuated were regarded as Jews. When my brother got a new passport, he discovered there a new nationality - Jew.
We lived hard, just like everyone else. The day of our victory we celebrated there. I remember how I enthusiastically danced in the street, even though I had been taught that no one .. I've never been so full of happiness. If only it was that always that people loved so today. So ended my war. Of course this is only a part of my memories, but the meet - to say the least, to be a nervous person. What I remember sometimes close friends and doctors. The most interesting is that none went away from these events, which are always with me and sound in contemporary life. I have something I can compare. The older I get, the more severe the burden. Man wants to get rid of them in part, I have also done on these pages.
1994 08:03 ; Klementina Rudsina
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