It is necessary to talk about war, about what we were told in childhood and what is shown now. When you speak with children about this war, you simply explain something or give them the stories of grandmothers and grandfathers, it is always painful and close to the heart. I do not know why. Apparently, somewhere the remnants of the Soviet education. Or so my country sits in my conscience. I am especially hurt for her in the days of the celebration of the Great Victory.
When I asked people who just lived at that time and even if they did not fight, “what was it - Victory?” - they always answered me: “That was all.” And without many words, emotions. In general, they talked about the war somehow almost without emotion. But in such words that the soul turned over.
... My grandmother Lida went to work as a 17-year-old girl. Her daughter of the repressed and executed father was taken to count the money at the cash register. She said that when they made reports on money, they sometimes recalculated all sums until the morning if there was a discrepancy of even a pretty penny.
In the mornings she took her younger brother, Uncle Boria, and they went into the forest, collected strawberries. And then they sold for kopecks to soldiers at the station. We had to somehow live. Uncle Borya said that he later asked for more not to take him to the forest, he would better wash the whole house. He was 5. His great-grandmother, Olya, was pregnant when his great-grandfather Petya was arrested and shot on January 1, 1938.
Grandmother's older brother died in the bombing of their train on the way to the front. He was not 20 years old.
She also talked about trains with Estonians and Latvians who were brought through Chebarkul (Chelyabinsk region, she was from there). How they starved and cried so that they would be given at least something to eat. Carried in merchandise. She told me about it somewhere in the mid-80s. I did not understand this - how could this be? And about the great-grandfather of the repressed, she also told. It was just her life ...
And she told me that she met an evacuated older girl, either from Moscow or from St. Petersburg. She taught the village girl to do hair and sew. She gathered it somehow for dancing and so dressed and adorned that her grandfather simply did not recognize her.
Grandfather at 16 went to work in the shop in Chebarkul. He has a certificate of admission number 1. In general, not really talking about the war. Worked. Made parts for aircraft engines. It was hungry. Very hungry. At first, the war was saved by the opportunity to take defective bread from the bakery. Then they began to sell and distribute this bread. And in families, not one or two children were. Our great-grandmothers ...
When I first found my grandmothers and grandfathers medals "For Valiant Labor in the Great Patriotic War of 1941−1945," I was even surprised - because veterans always have so many medals. And my only one. These medals were always together. And they never wore them. Although, perhaps, they wore it, but for some reason I don’t remember it.
In Kasli, grandfather Vitya (father's father) was not allowed to go to the front. He had a factory reservation. During the war, they buried the eldest daughter Olya. In the classroom she was knocked, inflammation went. We were taken to hospital in Sverdlovsk. They say: late ... Grandma Zoe collected church books in the family with rich salaries (the great-grandfather was the elder of the church choir) and took them to the church. There she traded buckwheat and butter for kulechek. My father was born in 1946, and his whole life was called "unplanned."
The husband of the husband was contused. We decided that he died. When they were taken to bury, the countryman who came up to say goodbye to him saw that he was alive. Grandfather returned from the war, but all his life he had not heard in one ear. Grandfather’s medals are the first things that the daughter gets on May 9th. And grandmother remained with five children in the village. They were saved from starvation by a separator and a bull left by grandfather.
The second grandfather was killed in the war near Leningrad. The father of her husband was 4 years old.
The hostess of the apartment where I lived as a student, Maria Ignatyevna, spoke calmly and kindly about the war. I waited. As the only time in my life she dragged the log. Husband at the front (career officer), she has two small daughters and a sick mother. The strongest emotion she said was how her husband returned from the war. She worked in a savings bank. He entered their room, leaned over to her through the window, grabbed it in his arms and said: “You are my dear!” He says she was ashamed. But happily, probably, like never before in life.
... I was preparing documents on the history of the library of the Ural Polytechnic Institute (now Ural Federal University) during the war years. I learned a lot of things. How they took the funds of other libraries - transferred books were measured for kilometers. As written explanatory for one-two-minute late due to a sick child. How to work until 10 pm. How a student was closed in the reading room in the winter for the night - and again they wrote explanatory notes. As library workers listened to scientific lectures on the latest achievements of science and technology and learned foreign languages. As the sister of my Kasli grandfather, Tanya worked in the bibliographic department.
Each family has its own history of victory. I can and should leave mine to my children. Thanks to them, our relatives and non-grandfathers and grandmothers.
A couple of years ago, in the evening, we traveled by car and a column of military equipment was driving towards us at the rehearsal of the Victory Parade. When the T-34 was being carried, for some reason I had tears in my eyes.