Life in the XX century (Russia, USSR, Russia)
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This book is like an honest photograph of my homeland of the XX century: the USSR - Russia.
hunger, cold, homelessness, executions (even children!), Lists signed by the great leaders of the revolution. But the main thing is that socialism was built. Hooray! New words appeared: "Stakhanovets", "Drummer", "Drummer of the Socialist Labor", prizes are issued. And in life - a card system, miserable products for the people. Again, new terrible words: "enemy of the people", "wrecking". There were always arrests, but the terrible fell into 1937-1938. My father, a talented engineer-builder, “drummer ", since 1938, humiliated, exhausted by interrogations, with a bullet in a blond head. After 20 years, rehabilitated posthumously. This is an eternal grief in my heart.
War of 1941-1945. The Nazis broke into our country and reached the Volga. Bombings, grief, wanderings, women and children at the machines. And yet, after 5 years and millions of dead we entered Berlin. Mom is a surgeon in Berlin, in the hospital thousands of seriously wounded. A childhood friend Igor was buried in the south of Poland, a lieutenant, an orderly carrier, there are no more twenty.
So I live with two wounds in the heart: father and friend. But ... Victory! I am going to the promised salvo of guns on Red Square. The people are darkness. Screams, enthusiasm. Victory! In the sky, multi -colored lights. I do not hold back sobs: I look at these lights and I think - after all, these are the souls of our boys, fathers, friends
hunger, cold, homelessness, executions (even children!), Lists signed by the great leaders of the revolution. But the main thing is that socialism was built. Hooray! New words appeared: "Stakhanovets", "Drummer", "Drummer of the Socialist Labor", prizes are issued. And in life - a card system, miserable products for the people. Again, new terrible words: "enemy of the people", "wrecking". There were always arrests, but the terrible fell into 1937-1938. My father, a talented engineer-builder, “drummer ", since 1938, humiliated, exhausted by interrogations, with a bullet in a blond head. After 20 years, rehabilitated posthumously. This is an eternal grief in my heart.
War of 1941-1945. The Nazis broke into our country and reached the Volga. Bombings, grief, wanderings, women and children at the machines. And yet, after 5 years and millions of dead we entered Berlin. Mom is a surgeon in Berlin, in the hospital thousands of seriously wounded. A childhood friend Igor was buried in the south of Poland, a lieutenant, an orderly carrier, there are no more twenty.
So I live with two wounds in the heart: father and friend. But ... Victory! I am going to the promised salvo of guns on Red Square. The people are darkness. Screams, enthusiasm. Victory! In the sky, multi -colored lights. I do not hold back sobs: I look at these lights and I think - after all, these are the souls of our boys, fathers, friends
Author:
Author:Lobanova (Mitryan) K.F.
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Biographies & Memoirs
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-4469-1576-7
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