草榴短视频

The author is Milena Zaslavskaya, a student of the Graduate School of Press and Media Technologies of 草榴短视频.

From the memories of the veteran of the Great Patriotic War, Milena's great-grandmother Maria Alexandrovna Ilyina.

When the war began, we lived in the village of Sergeitsevo, Pustoshkinskiy district, Pskov region. We lived well, we had a rich collective farm. Large gardens were blooming, there were many cattle, 200 beehives with bees, a large, cozy school. Three days after the beginning of the war Germans came to our village in cars and motorcycles. We settled in houses, and the officers chose the nicest of them, the village council became the headquarters.

The first thing the Nazis did was cut down the gardens and burned the beehives. I remember how our mothers and grandmothers cried. Our teacher Vasily Epifanovich was shot. He had two sons, one went to the partisans and the other became a policeman. All the older children, including me, were rounded up and driven to the quarries. They gave us big hammers and we had a hard time lifting them to crush the stones. We lived behind barbed wire in barracks. We were given a piece of bread of earthy color and a mug of water. Our mothers came to the barbed wire, but they were driven away by German machine gunners. Once, I and a few guys ran away, but we didn't manage to get far, we were caught and poisoned by dogs. We were brought back to the camp and built up, every second one of us was taken out of the line. I was standing with my girlfriend, holding hands, she was the second. And before my eyes all my school friends were shot. Then our soldiers liberated us.

Mom and other women dug dug dugouts in the forest, because retreating Germans burned the whole village. For three months our village passed from ours to the Germans and vice versa. During the next offensive, my mother and I ran to hide, and here I was wounded in the shoulder. My mother took me to a military hospital, which stood in a neighboring village 3 km from our village. I couldn't feel my arm anymore. The surgeon took me away and sent my mom back. The operation was done, and in the morning the offensive began again. Shells were bursting, a tent with the wounded was shot next to it. Evacuation of the hospital began. They loaded us on cars and took us to unknown places. So we were lost with my mom for the whole war. I was 15 years old at that time, and I returned home at the age of 20.

All war passed with a hospital, at first I washed floors, washed and dried bandages, boiled medical instruments, kept kerosene lamp at operations. Then in a year with a nurse Masha began to go out, more often to crawl out, with a big sanitary bag to the battlefield, to look for the wounded.

Once Masha and I crawled up on a hill, there was a battle below, it was spring, and there was white snow. We crawled up, our soldiers in camouflage jackets lay dead, and here we were crawling over the corpses to the groans of the wounded. Coming to the hospital, I took off my scarf, the girls saw me shrieked, Masha gave me a mirror, and I saw a gray-haired girl, this girl was me. Then I was awarded the Order of the Red Banner. So, with the hospital I reached Berlin, and then Japan.