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II. Weltkrieg 1941-1945 Minsk / Belarus Dokumentale Erinnerung

4th
After the fever fell, they brought me in the village, Aunt Nadia took care of me. She brought me in the village Mankowstschina (This is in West Belarus - still existed there was Polish power and private property until 1939) to inform, not far from town of Rakow, where it began. During the trip I was wrapped up, only the eyes were free. Later regretted aunt Nadia several times. When we exports from the city in the district of the "German cemetery" our carriage was stopped because of the way of a Wagenszug, which was full of dead, naked body, was blocked. Not right away you could see people in it. Icy hands and Legs stung improbably into different sides, reminiscent of long, poorly stacked firewood. To reassure me, told me that Aunt Nadya, that it is the people who were killed in the war. Later I learned that it was the victim of the Jewish ghetto. In the village Mankowstschina the house manager of the Hoff was a long shack-like building where the people lived Hoff and a school, which consisted of a class and a little room for the teacher. From the cold aunt saved me with the glass bottles full of hot water. In gave us a few weeks after the wife of Hoff manager of a room in her warm house. Worked there Aunt Nadia a school year. Mama came to us and his sister Tanja. Mom and Aunt were often in the neighboring villages to get food. The alternated cooking and buttons on foods. For buttons were added and for cooking eggs, butter or even bacon. For Easter, I discovered a wonderful tradition in our western Belarus, the inhabitants carried into the church on the eve of the feast prepared to eat food consecrated to let them. Part of the holy was carried to the teacher. So plenty of food I've ever seen. What we are not only brought: and roasted bird, and pig, ham, sausages, cheese and lots of stuff hooked of colored eggs. In Mankaowstschina I have learned to work at haying, reaping hook, weave, chauffeured and milk the cow. And yet I've managed to get a Mittelschullabschlüß. In 4 miles was a school in Jerschewitschi village. In the beginning was quiet in this area, but we left Mankowstschina in the tragic moment for our hosts.

5th
A bit of partisan. This technical term was not immediately incorporated into the lexicon surrounding residents. From time to time appeared in the houses of nocturnal visitors. There were soldiers be the Red Army who could not flee in time occupied zone and could be very suspicious guests. They were all armed and called for clothing, food more often self-burnt brandy (vodka) and sometimes after these visits disappeared my socks, the perfume and similar matters. The number of people to drink more often but were lovers and in the air to shoot, which made the people fear, especially when not one but several people came. It could have ended tragically their appearance. On the feast Pötr and Pawel (Peter and Paul) and his manager our Hoffman Family were neighbors in the village as guests Lapinzy. Suddenly emerged shoot armed people, to the husband of our hostess and her son. If someone's account with him, made the people saying that the son had to do with it. He had received the degree in Agricultural Academy and came straight back at home. Many soldiers of the Red Army withdrew, stayed in the villages, one as a worker and someone with a total of lonely women. Exactly these people came later in the woods. To those people are even CLOSE to some local residents, for various reasons, by no means not always patriotic Feelings to the USSR. When I spoke with local young people, I saw that they regarded as the true homeland of Poland. They spoke Polish, and thought that whole disaster came with the emergence of 'Sowety. They were disposed towards "Sowety" just like against the Germans and their behavior depended on who most of them constituted danger. It was hard to understand all this, so that people had a fear of each nocturnal visit. Later, people began to call them partisans .
6th
In the next school year worked aunt Nadja Esmanowitchy in the village, more specifically in the vicinity - in the courtyard Germanischky. They provided us with two classrooms and a room available for us. There were many students. Nadja aunt persuaded me to try it myself to work with children. So far, I often sat next to her when she wonderfully taught. She was professional, high class. They trusted me to a second and third class. My teaching was different from ordinary rules. Besides arithmetic, reading and writing I paid a lot of speeches, drawing and view games. I read the story by Pushkin, which was accompanied by my drawings on the class blackboard. And the children also recorded. Aunt Nadia was satisfied with my work. New Year, we prepared a whole festival. We even made the costumes and the decorations for a Christmas tree. The parents were enthusiastic about the school concert. They danced until evening and have it ruined the class hard floor. I believe that remind my students at our entertainment. Pretty soon our work was rewarded in unexpected ways: The children came to school with gifts, one with a milk bottle, another with a few eggs or a piece of bacon, butter or meat and so on. I remember my work at school with great warmth. Later I regretted not once that I disdained the advice of Aunt Nadia to become a teacher. But I understand that the same freedom in teaching, I could hardly have in our normal schools. At that time the guerrilla movement was better organized, there were fewer packs and gangs. Still, I was not once all night in the attic with old junk. There were already a large departments. Our house was a pharmacist from Gorodok to the partisans with a box of medicines. His wife went with him. Several times we visited two friends-partisan. Petya from Kiev and Moscow from Vanya. The first was not far away from Germanischki, although there was no fighting. He was not buried, and the crows pecked his eyes out. Wanija were shot after being arrested while fleeing in the woods next Molodechno. How well they played at the school festival, a mandolin, the other balalaika. The Court's Kiewez Olga Matus were with her son brought over to the partisans. Of their further fate could hear nothing. There was silence, as if they never existed at all. It reported rumors that she were shot by someone.
I was never even a witness of this fighting, of whom it was said in post-war films, even though I lived in the forest zone. The information went through as a damaged phone. But something I saw myself, and that was not a pleasant impression mines on the road, where there is no German was a horse-drawn cart exploded, the peasants were killed and the horse was torn in half. Our landlady in Germanischki came after the departure of the partisans on the body of her murdered husband's secret. The next case could explain it better. A mine was under a car with two old German to be related to the explosion (who worked in administration in the town of Gorodok. They bred excellent never before seen in a long cucumber perfectly ausehenden beds. But while Jewish shootings they were out. In our environment FS ,.. well, the Stfräfkommandos hlten So, partisans are for me a medal with two sides