Test by war

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The victims of the Great Patriotic War were much those from whom war took away the family, singed a furious flame the childhood and youth. Today on pages of our newspaper memoirs of the inhabitant of this country by a sort from Rudets Volodko (Firisyuk) of Evgenia Emelyanovna, 1931 are for the first time published. This woman devoted all the life to education of children, having worked the elementary school teacher in SSh No. 4 of Mr. Kobrin and Borisovskaya to elementary school. But very few people from her pupils knew that Evgenia Emelyanovna passed test war by absolutely fragile little girl. Today the 78-year-old woman remembers terrible events.

My parents were called by Firisyuk Yemelyan Stepanovich and Firisyuk Pelageya Artyomovna. In 1941 in our family was six children: Zoya, Luda, I, Tamara, Valya and Vitya. The first day of war (Sunday, June 22, 1941) was solar. I remember how we, children, playing in sand, heard a terrible rumble, and then over us many planes with black crosses flew by. We strongly were frightened and ran home. Mother told that war began...

For the next day to Rudets on motorcycles there arrived many Germans. They brought together all inhabitants and on radio declared that the German army liberator from Stalin oppression came, and demanded to give all Soviet soldiers who will come into the village, and all Jews. Warned that the slightest violation of orders of the German commandant will be punished by death.

To us wounded soldiers whom parents hid and treated often came into the house, knowing that they subject to terrible danger all family. Houses, as a rule, did not spend the night: were afraid. When on the street it became cold, mother hid us in the center of the village, in the house of the grandmother. I remember how we carried food in a grandmother's shed where too people who became then guerrillas disappeared. And our father was coherent group of a name Kotovsk. He helped the Jewish families to go to the wood, and to young people - to join the guerrilla movement, rescuing them from export to Germany. After release many people looked for my parents to thank for rescue. But neither the father, nor mother was alive any more...

One night at a door some people knocked. Under the guise of guerrillas ten entered the house the person. The father understood everything, but showed no sign. They began to rummage and take away everywhere that they wanted. I remember how mother cried and asked that though something was left from food, and that will be nothing to feed children. Took away all clothes of the father and even took off from him boots. It were Banderovites, all very much were afraid of them.

My father was the director of local school and even during war organized its work. Hitlerites took the teacher from in staff of school Gorodets - Grinevich Vera Aleksandrovna. Subsequently she was a traitress and gave the father to Germans.

There was it so. For the second day of the Trinity in 1943 the father on the instructions of group went for communication to Gorodets. Came to Grinevich V.A. to the house also read the report of Sovinformburo about victories of our Soviet Army there. At this time stood behind a curtain politsay. Only then the father saw that the house is surrounded. So he was arrested, having taken away all reports what it bore coherent.
This terrible summer all of us had dysentery, and our sister Tamara died (she was 6 years old). Mother, heart-broken, went to visit the father who was in Kobrin prison, and long did not come back. There passed several days, and I with the sister Luda was sent to Kobrin, to reconnoiter that happened.

The person on duty politsay prisons, having learned who we are, said in low tones that we immediately left and polices did not catch sight and that our parents were shot in the morning at Pinsky Bridge. We carelessly ran home. I remember how it was difficult for Luda to run - the severe cough tormented her since the childhood.

We returned to Rudets at sunset. There were no forces to cry. And only next day realized that became orphans that it is necessary to preserve kids against a certain death. Elder sister Zoya was wanted to be taken away for works to Germany therefore she became guerrillas. We tried to be far away from the house, for safety. There was time when Germans were even afraid to stick a nose for the Dnepro-Bugsky channel - it was the guerrilla zone. But they did round-ups. Then we went to the wood and lived in dugouts. We with himself were taken by the uncle Roman Yachnik, the friend of our family.

In December, 1944, just before New year, Germans went with a round-up of Rudets, to guerrillas. All inhabitants went to the wood. Germans burned the village including our house. I, the grandmother, the younger brother and the sister reached dugouts where three lived day. And then and there Germans appeared suddenly.

I seized the sister Valya and ran with her for a bog. Having come back, for Vitka, saw Germans about our dugout, was frightened and rushed back to the sister, and with it - to the wood. So we from Valechkaya appeared in the wood: on a frost, without food, water and warm clothes. And then reached the village of Zaleski, there and lived in what - that the house. There people came, baked bread, potato and, of course, it rescued us from hunger and cold.

Germans took away the grandmother and Vitka. At first they were kept in Gorodtsa. Then the grandmother was sent to Kobrin prison, and Vitka was left in some closet where he, by words politsayev died. One politsay the acquaintance of my aunt Olya (Olga Artemyevna Pokalyuk, the native mother's sister), told that she took away Vitka and buried. The aunt brought my brother home and heard that his small heart fights. On the apartment of veins at it the German doctor who rescued Vitka. The brother survived, but became the disabled person. The grandmother was released from prison in several days after arrest, but she soon died.

Germans made strengthenings in Rudtsa, brought together people in the woods and somewhere groups sent. And in my native village there were groups of Magyars which daily went to round-ups to the wood. One morning they appeared suddenly on our dugouts. I and the sister was taken away. I remember, Valechka all war carried with herself a rubber ball. On the way to the village the toy slipped out at it hands. I rushed behind a ball to lift. At this time the Magyar hit me very strongly with the boot in a back, and the little sister by a wild voice cried: "The uncle, do not beat Zhenya!" Other people also rose in defense us, damning this soldier who raised a leg on children. The back to me hurts all life.

We appeared in the native village. Every day people sent to Gorodets to station, and I and one more girl, Zhenya Dmitrova, remained and cleaned houses where there lived Magyars. They gave us sometimes ship's biscuits. Once I asked the sentry to release me on a native home big fire, to look for something to eat. Valechka was with me. Having come to the place of the ashes, on a kitchen garden we saw a hole and the scattered papers. Even before leaving in the wood we collected all the best in a chest and dug it on a kitchen garden. But our "treasure" was found by politsa and took away with themselves, and threw out papers. Among papers I found several photos and Serafim Sorovsky's icon which I store all life because I believe that it helps me with hard cases, relieves any mental anguish.

At retreat of Hitlerites of a politsaa tried to move away children whose parents were shot. My aunt Olya warned that Valya and Vitka can be taken away in any day and take out to the extermination camp. It, without deliberating, brought them to the farm to the relative Mikhail Grigoryevich Bogdanovich who hid children in in advance prepared hole. There it was possible not to be afraid of bombs, shots, politsayev. I grazed every day cows and did not assume that I can be taken away.

But once, when evening approached, the son of the hostess of years 5-6 came running to me on a pasture and transferred: "Mother told that you overtook for cows, and itself went where you want, but do not come back home. For you will come politsay in the evening". I went to the farm where my younger brother and the sister hid. It was terrible, the fatigue was felt, but I rejoiced that Valechka and Vitka with me.

Every other day we met soldiers of the Soviet Army with tears of joy and a grief... The pleasure of release, however, did not prevent to think that the aunt Olya, except us three, had six more children. In August, 1944 in Gorodtsa the Antopolsky orphanage opened, and we became its first inhabitants. But soon I was separated from Valya and Vitya. The decision was made that the Antopolsky orphanage will become school therefore the little brother and the sister were taken away in Domachevsky preschool orphanage.

Long separation from relatives very much tormented me. When in 1948 I came to school, went to them to Domachevo and learned that Vitka is very sick and he is trained for sending to the Ancient settlement a certain auxiliary school (near Pinsk). Then I asked that Valya was transferred to the Brest special children's home No. 1 where I was according to the indication of the Ministry of Public Education on an allowance (I was fed and dressed) before the termination of a normal school, i.e. till 1952.
I never lost sight of the family Valya and Vitka.

Valya studied well. And here Vitka was thrown in "a hole neumeek". He traveled over all Belarus: Ancient settlement, Forest, Kosovo, Krivoshin, Mogilevtsa. In a year of the 40 anniversary of the Victory I managed to bring it to Kobrin. And already 25 years I should not be wound across Belarus, I can often visit the brother. And every time I rejoice and I pay at meetings with it, it is indifferently impossible to look at what was made with it by war and life...

Believe, I never pass by monuments to the dead, without having bowed and without having wished them the Kingdom of Heaven. And I thank God for the fact that I helped to survive in a terrible wartime, to leave a mark on Earth and to live up to an old age.

Test by war//Kobrynsk_ vesn_k. – 2009. – May 27. – Page 3. Memoirs of the inhabitant from Rudets E.E. Volodko (Firisyuk) about endured in days of the Great Patriotic War.



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