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My War ... Part 9

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later in life in our town was rather quiet in the background of what was happening around .

the spring of 1943, I stayed with distant relatives in the town of Red - Usha station. The house stood at the end streets, windows on railroad tracks. Early in the morning to us vorvali Germans, but police said it was not then they're gone. And "it" looked like. That morning, destroyed the inhabitants of the Jewish ghetto.

can not help wondering how the two men could not tear from the window of sixteen fragile girl and why do I need to see what was happening on the street. Petrified with horror in her eyes I'm like a sponge soaked acts of the Nazi invaders. The whole nightmare is happening locks as photographic film:

Naked people are rough series, a man of a hundred - men separately, women with children individually. raise their hands to the sky. Not heard yelling, not singing. Group gradually give birth in the barn with the doors wide open. Heard gunshots. Wyden officer and a group of soldiers. Hangman served again loaded pistols. Semi-circle to the barn are gunners. From men's group escape. Three men are running to the river still frozen, for which the railway track and right away the forest. Two traveling overtake bullets, and the third runs to forest. He is assisted by a train. The shooting stopped. The train passed and the man disappeared into the woods. A second attempt in women. In rezultate at our doorstep is killed girl. Shot all stacked in piles, doused with gasoline. Barn on fire. Walls collapsed. Burning human bodies smell of roast meat and black smoke high rises into the sky. Can not forget the unbearable desire to tell the relatives of those killed all the details of the tragedy, to cry together about the beauty that lay in our house, where she hoped to find spasenie.Dlinnye hair covered her naked body and twisted in an awkward hand was jammed something like bread. А вдруг единственный убежавший спасся? Ведь он может быть жив или его дети?   Желаю встречи с ним, как с родным человеком.
                                                                                                                          

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My War ... Part 10

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Our town is located in the guerrilla zone, but our life was relatively calm. There were some brief skirmishes between the guerrillas and police. In one of the "fighting local» killed head Borough. Drunk, he jumped into the square with a sword, calling someone in a fight and was wounded in the leg, and while there was an exchange of fire - bled and died. The town burned more than once. I had grown accustomed to fire and cold-bloodedly took out of our modest home belongings.

One night, it is unknown whose bomber unloaded on us. Bombs fell near our house. One hit a neighbor's barn, dug a deep crater on the edge of which stood unharmed pig.

We also had natural disasters. This hurricane swept over the town. At noon it was so dark, that only endlessly shining lightning lit up the flying roof sheds. In the courtyard stood tied horse. The terrible wind, it fell to her knees and could not get up. It did not last long, but quite enough to topple old trees, adorned city streets.

And on the eve of our house burst into a fireball, destroying the chimney in the kitchen. I am at this moment sitting on their haunches, getting out from under the cupboard illustrated magazine. The blow was deafening. I was thrown to the floor and I saw ourselves floating from left to right at eye level, silvery-pink mist ball, the size of a soccer ball. It was like time-lapse filming. Time, as it were stopped and I did not understand when explosion occurred: before or after the ball? I am deaf and could not move. The room had two other men. They, too, saw all this, and their hairstyles were violated, stacked from left to right. When lightning was gone, we discovered a hole in a window the size of a coin trehkopeechnuyu and around the smoked glass. In home was smoky and smelled strongly of ozone, but the fire was not. Mom, being in the kitchen, received injuries from shrapnel shattered brick chimney, a neighbor, who was nearby, buried up to his knees on the ground. If it were not rubber galoshes, she would have died. By evening, everyone was deaf and we loudly discussed the incident. After all the turmoil they returned to the alarming weekday with new rumors.

Through the years, the word "war" is perceived as a continuous chain of horror. But when exist in this war, living in this time and not one year, all these events are stretched over time and it turns out that the horrors do not occur often, and all rest of the time people just live. live uneasily with their everyday problems and joys available. In quiet periods listening to music - Opera arias. We had a gramophone. Danced the tango and waltz, singing with a guitar, fell in love, got married and spinning rollers. Youth more war.

                

 

   

 

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My War ... Part 11

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    Городок находится в 50 километрах от Минска. После освобождения столицы , фронт стал приближаться и к нам. Немцы дали распоряжение эвакуроваться in Germany. I learned about this when past our house reached a wagon with things and people gathered to leave. We were stopped and ordered the police to join. Aunt Nadia's sore knee and left it, my mother was in hospital and they took me without things just threw a coat. All in a hurry - the battle has already been heard and Police said that will personally takes care of me and not need me any thing. A long convoy stretched toward Molodechno and protection was rare. In the first forest I asked for in the bushes, and once went behind the trees, the bullet began to run back. After the forest had to cross the field and here I chase began firing. I fell for the first hump and lay motionless. Automatic fire walk on the mounds, showering me with earth. I barely refrained from in order not to run. Thank God, had enough sense not to move. This wagon had gone and I went back to her still-smoldering house. Nearby, in the potato pit, found Aunt Nadya - she helped to get her neighbors, her mother ran a wagon train, but it prompted, that I returned.

The front was very close - I had to take shelter. Mom and aunt were in the pit, and I'm with the band women and children went into the woods, where the preserved trenches from the first World War II. There we "took the fight." While falling bombs and shells were flying, we sat in the trenches, but when sat down to shoot "Katyusha" - bear It was impossible. These sounds can be compared with the laughter of a giant demon. Near the trench a shell burst, scorching hot air (scorched eyebrows), and we are in a panic fled. In my arms was someone's baby. Now I can hardly imagine how we can run with incredible speed on his heels in the gabardine coat and with the child. I ran ahead of the rest for me. Shells were exploding all around, but God has mercy on us. Ran to a river. Like explosions behind us, but for river quietly. Dark. Swim except me nobody knows. I'm all dressed, found a ford and helped move the children. What not to do with fear. We got to the farm and since the battle continued, along with the hosts stayed up all night in a cellar in wet clothes.

morning came our. My joy sobs overshadowed everything, it was before. I returned to town on a passing military vehicle on the stretcher. On the road, lay the remains of a man crushed by a tank.

from the battlefield to the nearest surviving house brought the wounded. Mom took care of them, and I tried to help. The night died soldiers wounded in the stomach. He could not drink the water, but suddenly I was allowed and it gave to drink. I was very surprised, when he said that he regrets not reached to Berlin - I never thought that in the hour of death you can think of something like that. Another wounded man, with two dozen pieces in the body all night raving, saying the woman's name. When he came to his senses and he saw me, his face lit up - obviously he saw in me the other morning he was taken away, the doctor said that he would die. I still remember both of them. А накануне вечером я успела влюбиться в молодого майора, который поил нас чаем с очень вкусными солдатскими сухарями. Мы не могли наговориться, как буд-то давно videlis.On not asked me to write to him, left the address. I wrote, but received no response. Had he died so young and handsome? As this is unfair.

Через день мы с мамой и тётей уехали в Минск на попутном военном грузовике. Родные мамы и папы прошли свой путь через войну. Старшая сестра папы тётя Нина Nonna and her daughter was a partisan, and its son Vova and husband - Uncle Vanya were killed at the front. Luba and her daughter Neley traveled to Germany with her new husband, elderly German, supplying the army with legs. Grandma Anna Ivanovna could not reconcile with marriage his daughter and jumped into a river. Found it a week later. Тётя Оля похоронил дочь Таису – рак крови. Сестру Таню угнали в Германию – она там работала на ферме. После освобождения американцами, она вернулась домой.                                                             
                                                                                                                   

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My War ... Part 12

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autumn of my mother and I went to the Urals. Dad worked at the plant, which produces ammunition. Dad was a soldier, and after evacuations from Minsk, was mobilized to work as a military specialist in Katav-Ivanovsk Chelyabinsk region. He wrote in Minsk and found pop. hit the Ural Switzerland - Corner of extraordinary beauty: the mountains, lovely lakes, forests, ski, fish, bear meat. Wild strawberry and bell twice as large ours. After the front-line of darkness, burning light bulbs - is unusual. Only after looking closer saw that and the Urals war swept a heavy roller. People exhausted by hunger and overwork, merznuschie in ice-covered rooms - are refugees. All evacuees were considered by Jews ... My brother got a passport, found in it a new natsionalnost - a Jew. We lived hard, as all around him. Day of victory was met there. I remember how thrilled I danced in the streets, although never this is not learned. Never have so do not overfill happiness. Here so would always people who loved each other. So ended my war. Of course, this only part of my memories, but enough of them to become, to put it mildly, nervous, particularly, as I sometimes remind people close to the doctors. The most interesting thing that anywhere these events are not moved, they are always with me and resonate with real life. I have that to compare with. What I'm older, the heavier the burden, and I want частично от неё избавиться, что я и сделала на этих страницах.

 

                08.03.1994 г.                                                                Климентина Рудзина

 

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