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Memories of German Occupation in Donetsk
Direct Translation via Google Translate. Edited.Text taken from a V Kontakte post by Irina Belokolos My parents were children during the war. Mom is just a baby (born 38). Older dad (born 34). And they remembered that time differently. And they told it differently. Dad, grandmother (his mother) and little brother remained in Stalino (Donetsk). We didn't have time to leave. Dad's brother was like his grandfather's Greek breed. He was curly, black-haired, black-eyed.  And he looked very much like a Jewish child. Therefore, he spent most of the occupation in the cellar. First alone, then he had a “cellmate”. Little Jewish girl. Her mother worked with her grandmother at school before the war. And then the Germans hanged her. And the grandmother hid her friend’s five-year-old daughter with her son. It was very dangerous, but she couldn’t do it any other way. There were informers everywhere, you couldn’t erase a word from the song. The grandmother was invited to the commandant’s office and interrogated with passion about her husband. She cried and said that she had had no news since the beginning of the war. And it was true. Grandfather went to the front immediately. But he was a communist and an officer, so they reported on my grandmother. Thank God she wasn't "punished". They offered to work for the benefit of great Germany as a cleaner in the commandant's office. And she agreed. And she worked. No one knew that the quiet cleaning lady listened carefully to everything that was said around her (she knew a little language). And she raked out all the papers from the trash cans. All this was sent to the underground. Dad was still just a kid. 7-8 years old. And always hungry. He had to make sure that the children in the cellar did not make noise while their mother was not at home. Together with his friend, an equally small boy, they once discovered that one of the boards with which the windows of the basement were boarded up was not holding tightly. The boys knew that the Germans stored food in this basement. And they climbed in there several times just to eat and take something with them. And one time they were unlucky, they were discovered by a security guard. Dad's friend somehow managed to escape. And the German beat my dad badly. My back was in tatters. How much did a thin and exhausted 7-year-old boy need? He somehow crawled home and fell unconscious. His grandmother miraculously came out. And dad’s back remained straight as a board all his life. He couldn’t bend over; he had to sit down. And I was sick all my life when the weather changed. And the children sat safely in the cellar until ours returned. And after the war, relatives of the Jewish girl Sonya were found. These are the memories. From comments on the same thread by Elena Savinova My great-aunt lived in the Kirovograd region. I myself visited there only as a child and heard her story about the war. The Nazis didn’t touch their village: because it was to feed them. And then one day a fascist wandered into her house. One. Well, he started all sorts of obscenities. In the courtyard. The grandmother grabbed a pitchfork and rammed the reptile to an abandoned well. Well, they managed to knock him over there. She was wildly scared. People came to look for him more than once. And they covered the entire village. Well, they looked for her. And their yard is huge, with a large garden and buildings. So there were no witnesses to her action. They didn't find him. But the family was afraid for a long time. Grandmother lived with two little girls: Vera and Nadezhda. Posted by: badanov 2024-05-06 |
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