7th
Because of my health I was not fit for the guerrilla movement, but as a young female person, I was very attractive to nocturnal womanizer often came to us. The family decided to move to town Gorodok, where our relatives lived Kobak of the clock master. We settled on the edge, next to the castle, in an empty house. The homeowner lived in a village and had no objection to our move. Mama found a job at the local hospital and I started with Aunt Nadia in the school in the village to work alongside Semerniki Gorodok. Morning, the peasants came to fetch us in turn. It was said that the village Semerniki (Slavic tribe of "sem" - seven). Was called after seven twins who were born in this village during the baptism, they were on the cake plate accommodated. The town Gorodock is a centuries-old settlement: three long streets and hills - the walls of the ruined castle in ancient times, a wonderful river and the mill of brick. A road leads to Wolozjin, a second after Molodechno, the third after Rackov and on to Minsk. The streets were covered with paving stones. in the direction of Rackov was a beautiful castle. In the center was a large Russian church in stone. There was also a place with buildings of stone and not a storied only. There were many shops and workshops. Along the streets there were hundreds of years of huge trees. The clean streets, nice houses, lots of flowers - I saw Gorodock in the summer of 1942 years. I came to my uncle two days after the destruction of the Jewish population. Gorodock was deserted - was oppressive silence. The geographical location of Gorodock make it a trading crossroads. A significant proportion of the population were Jews, they turned Gorodock in a trade center and no wonder that you could buy everything you need there.
After the twenty-year break I visited this wonderful place and found there only a run-down village with three shops and a smelly dining room. The castle and church were burned, as everything else Gorodock decorated and had made strange. Mighty ramparts of the ruined castle gave reason to believe that Gorodock played a significant role in the history of our country and I hope to ineradicable researchers - enthusiasts who create the forgotten corners of our Belarus, which he doll outfits ; leads.
8th
Now I know what is fascism. But when the war began, I was sure, like all Soviet people and that all Germans are fascists. But even in time of war, my faith began to waver. It's not the same. After the shootings took of Jews and other criminal acts command the inhabitants of the Gorodok with horror the arrival of an entire German regiment. Man was very surprised when the homes were populated with sub-tenants - the front Regiment came to rest here. In our house a German officer, a young mathematics teacher from Berlin, was billeted. His name was Hans Petersen. He had a fellow officer, who came once a day to clean up the room, the suit to clean and brought breakfast to his patron. In a small room there was a bed, small table and a chair, but there was no door. Our tenant was amazingly tender-minded and even embarrassed man. When he came back home in the evening, he knocked gently at the door and told his name. My learning the German language gave me in school, despite the weakness in a way a bit to talk to the tenant. He wished very much to the home, looking fondly at the photograph of his unattractive bride. He sympathized obvious, but allowed it is never disrespectful to deal with me. His fellow, a simple country people knew nothing of this war, he spoke endlessly about his business, his parents and beloved by garden. He thoroughly cleaned the room of his master, until the last speck of dust, he cleaned the dress and cleaned the persistent passage to our house with snow. Often, the lieutenant was given for breakfast a strange food - butter with raw minced meat. I do not know whether a national court (specialty) or had a very nutritious food. The same kind of tenants were our neighbors. Some got a letter from home deliveries and entertained their hosts. When my neighbor is a message directed soldiers. As the head there was an officer from Innsbruck. He invited us to listen together the news from Moscow. We listened to the voice of Levitan (famous radio announcer), the operational war reports by Inform office. It is full of informational isolation and suddenly heard a voice from Moscow .... It was a real shock. The invitations were repeated. went into a month, the regiment to the front. My family and my impressions were very good. Such Germans we saw in simple human relations.
9th
our lives in Gorodock was pretty quiet in comparison with what happened in the environment. In spring 1943 I was the guest of a large family in the spot Krasnoye - Railway Station Usha. The house stood at the end of the road with windows down to the roadbed. Early the next morning broke to us the Germans, but said a police officer, that it is not so, and they went away. And "that" looked like this: this morning, the people of the Jewish ghettos destroyed. I did not come out of wonder, why two men could not break off a 16 year old, fragile girl from the window, and why it was necessary that I saw what happened out there? Frozen, with the look of horror, I took in like a sponge, the actions of the fascist criminal commands. The whole nightmare of the event was held as on a photographic film: Naked people go to the uneven rows, always about hundred people, the men separated from women with children. They raise their hands in the sky. You can either listen to whining or singing. The groups were gradually brought into the barn with the wide-open door. You could hear the shots. You could see an officer and a group of soldiers. They gave back the loaded pistol to the executioner. Semi-circular way to the barn are the machine-gun shooters. There is an escape from the male group. Three men flee to the still-frozen river, behind which runs the railway line and immediately - a forest. Two of the fugitives were overtaken by bullets, and the third fled to the forest. The moving train to save him. The shooting was delayed. The train went off and the man disappeared in the forest. A second attempt - with the women. The result - our entrance is next to a shooting victim girl. All were shot, stacked, doused with gasoline. The barn is burning. The walls collapsed. The human body burn. It smells of roasted meat and black smoke rising high into the sky.
One can not forget to tell the wish that all the details relatives of fallen soldiers is intolerable. For a while we weep together over the beauty that was next to our house, where she hoped to find salvation. The long hair covered her naked Body and in the uncomfortable turned-hand was held something like bread.
And what if this is only one who could run away, saved himself? Perhaps he is still alive, or his children. I wanted to take me with him, as related to a human.
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