In slavery by the Germans.

"In the summer of forty-fourth sun beating down mercilessly hot it was not only in the field but also in the shadow of the trees from the window every day I looked at a saving bridge over Olsen Here it is next after him end zone control and -...! Freedom Run he likes to forest, like in the field.
A vague hope of salvation was revealed in the soul. The Germans were unable to hold the line of defense Mogilev, Bobruisk, they interfere with partisan units. They have two ways to retreat: in Kirovsk Bobruisk and from Berezino to Cherven and further to Minsk.
Departing on the west side of the bloodless German divisions bypassed Klichev area menacingly named partisan edge. But the Red Army has already cut off Kirovsk from Bobruisk. In order not to capitulate, the Germans are forced to go into confrontation with the partisans.
They chose the road Kirovsk-Gorodets-Peresopnya-Voevichi-Botsevichi. Overnight settled in Voyevichy. Stepping on their heels, our troops reached the Bacewicz, leaving aside Countryside Former Berezovsky Swamp.

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June 27, eleven o'clock in the afternoon ... Something was going to happen, he was smelling his gut. He saw six Fritz, looking around fearfully, out of the forest. Assessing the situation, moved edge of the coast.They were noticed on the watchtower, they gave a blue rocket after them. The soldiers looked around, turned onto a bridge, and entered Bacevichi. Dirty, barefoot, alone without a weapon, with some guilt on his face - it was felt, he ran without looking back - they were close to theirs.
Having removed the posts, the German garrison was hastily loaded the property, mined the bridge. The soldiers sent there did not have time to set fire to the cord and blow up the object. The advancing units of the Red Army opened fire on the Germans. And if it were not for the flight, the end of the Germans would be terrible.
The military garrison left Bacevichi without a fight, the bridge and the village passed into our hands. But in several places peasant huts were burning. People fled into the open field, hiding behind the smoke spreading on the ground, being lost in the rye, high, already in the ear, waiting for their time.
Tracer bullets flew over their heads, bent down to the ground, overturned. And the earth moaned, and blood bleed. Having run more than a mile, I stopped - where am I going? Together with me, clutching at my heart, several women slowed down. Swing faces, equally gray from dust.
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Having rest at night in Voyevich, the German division, having missed the situation, rushed in search of a salutary escape and, like a blinded beast, rushed through.Their machines, rolling for a gun with a covered trunks, already entered the bridge over Nesyatu, hit them minomotchiki.
Several trucks broke out, the bridge began to collapse, dragging people and equipment along with it. Tongues of flame stung thick, scented with fumes of air. Black smoke stretched toward the sun hovering over the field. The soldiers could not stop, threw themselves into the water, trying to ford the river.
And we went to the very rye field where we were hiding. The broken arc, though chained together, pulled together in the center of the field, and took us into a trap. Soldier with shamelessly blushing face under the helmet sent a blunt muzzle short machine at me: "Partisan!"
To him hastened Lieutenant, with malicious satisfaction gave some command - and us, unarmed, marched forward. Attempt to escape is useless. Barefoot, without a piece of bread, delirious on a dusty road past the Yablonovsky farm.
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The Germans change cars, and those who are late, on foot - are moving in a column towards Minsk. Dust rises and a thick plume spreads far beyond the curb. On the same road, the Germans drove the captured Soviet soldiers and officers to the West. Everything was mixed into one, as if boiling porridge on fire.People went to certain death, although they should not have died. They added and our four.
I could not even imagine what a bloody hell would happen here in half an hour, when attack aircraft would appear in the sky. First, the air cut through the roar of engines. Then the IL-2 emerged from the forest and rushed downward with an increasing roar. A shower of bullets roused the human mass, stopped the movement. The second plane dropped bombs, scattering cars and people.
The IL-2 made a new approach, and the lashing bullets hit the running heads and backs with a hot jet. The attack lasted more than half an hour, and along the whole road, as far as the eye could see, the bodies of the dead were wallowing, the cars twisted by bombs writhed.
It became painfully nauseous, so that pressed the breath. Ghosts circled over the road crows. The column stretched past the chopped, sheared forest. Somewhere far from time to time the rumble was engaged, peals of explosions were heard.
Towards evening, the column was overtaken by an Opel with four officers. It was as if the same tireless IL-2 was waiting for this moment. He shot her point-blank. When I was passing by the Opel, I glanced at the disfigured bodies, the Fritz faces, stretched in horror, and mentally thanked our pilot-ace.
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Twenty kilometers from Pukhovich, cavalrymen bypassed the column. Here the command was carried: “Lie down! In the sky - Russians!” And we flopped on the asphalt. Cavalrymen led the horses into the forest. But the quartet "sludge", overtook refugees began her homicidal work.
Cries of despair ripped the air: "Oh, Mom," "The uterus Bosco podsobit, do not let disappear!" The Russians and non-Russians shouted: "Mein Gott!" Everyone asked for mercy. And the planes cut the ground with tracer bullets up and down.
The horses laughed, lumped together, as if the beast were walking towards them. In a fiery, boiling heat, half the horses died. Trumpeter playing saddle. The Germans were shot in agony beating horses, removed the bridle and slowly go through a dangerous path, walk left us further to the west.
And how many soldiers and prisoners after the raid will never reach the threshold of the native! Column overcomes more than sixty kilometers per day, stragglers were shot.
Front fatal tourniquet is stretched for hundreds of kilometers and rolling so fast that the Germans suddenly find themselves in the rear of our troops. The Red Army, bypassing the column, occupied Osipovichi. The copses along the roads clashes erupt, but the battle does not get involved - too noticeable loss in Bobruisk.
In the town of Svisloch, the battle did happen.The local garrison, combined with the German division, retreating from Bacevich, decided to delay the advance of the infantry.
Opponents were divided by two rivers - Berezina and Svisloch. The Soviet command decided to overcome this obstacle. The Germans were shattered to pieces, but the ranks of our units were thinned.
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Another battle broke out near Rudensk. They fought blindly, not knowing the enemy, not seeing the neighbor. The punitive battles with the red fighters: a police battalion headed by a native of the Klichevsky district, Major Vasilevsky, a detachment of Barchuk, a battalion of Major Buglay.
The battalion of Vasilevsky consisted mainly of policemen-traitors of the Oryol and Mogilyov regions. The punishers have a more advantageous position, dug trenches, the field is mined - not to go.
The Soviet units, having broken off a hundred or more kilometers from the main troops, could not get support on time, and suffered losses in the fight with the punishers and retreated.
But a panic arose in the camp of the enemy. The policemen understood that by morning there would be tanks, someone in hysterics shouted: "Gentlemen, they bypass us!" As if the wind blew the traitors, fear drove them to the border.
We stopped for the night on the eastern outskirts of the ancient town Negoreloye. Who did not have time to take a place in the barn, is located around it, under the branches itself.Nature took pity - all the days of our captivity were dry, not a single rain spilled from the sky.
Under the protection of the convoy, two prisoners went for water, four buckets were enough until the morning. The water was both our lunch and our breakfast. Misha still saved half a loaf of rye bread from Lapich, they took care of him, breaking off tiny pieces, trying to stretch the bread as long as possible.
A large group of military men appeared, talking loudly, with undisguised malice. Understood - ours, Russian. But why here? And only when they lit fires, preparing their own food, he recognized Vasilevsky, a stupid two-meter-high battalion commander, among the unshaven sullen policemen.
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By noon, dotopali to Neman. On the horizon, another Belarusian city, Stolbtsy, clearly loomed. On the way, the convoy was overtaken by a battalion of policemen, clearly seeing the faces of the riders familiar to Klichev. The officers were seated in leather saddles, those of lower rank were walking.
Under a broad-shouldered Vasilevsky, a beautiful bay horse was galloping, dressed himself in the uniform of a major in the German army. Separating from the column, he shouted something in a sharp, guttural voice.
At the crossing they were fired upon by partisans. The policemen spotted the firing point and, clasping the field with a chain, captured two - a man of thirty, judging by the form, of an officer, in chrome boots, breeches and a belt, and a woman his age.I never saw them again. They say the guerrillas killed the policeman then, and while he was buried, the movement was detained.
When they crossed to the other side of the Neman, Kalmyks rode out of the ruins of the burned plant, two of their platoons fought on the side of the Nazis. Sutulovaty, on the flat copper-colored faces liquid braids of black whiskers.
I guess in the form of clothing: under the Soviet cape there is a German uniform. All machines. Someone quietly, so that they heard only their own, briefly threw: "I saw them in the protection of the Bobruisk camp."
The closer to the border, the less attention is paid to us - they no longer drive so fast, they are allowed to take food from residents. Children are hurrying after us, children with kettles and water pockets, women silently shove bread, pour hot bulba in our hands.
And so it is everywhere - in Baranovichi, Slonim, Ruzhany. Bialystok ... But up to the border stretches a plume of smoke - burning villages, villages, cities.
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Already on the German side, after passing the border strip, I paid attention to the turf-covered and grass-covered trenches. From here on June 22, 1941 the war began. Hidden in these trenches, arranged by the letter "P" at a distance of four to five meters from each other, German soldiers crossed the border of the USSR. Here it is, the line separating the living and the dead.From here began a great madness.
The convoy warned that we are in Germany, and during the whole journey it is forbidden to touch the crops, whoever does this will be punished. Reaching Plock, the column stopped and spent eleven days on the Vistula. Then they were transported by freight cars to the transit camp of the Saxon town of Schneidemühl.
Not only Soviet prisoners of war were housed in the barracks, but also Poles, Czechs, Yugoslavs, French, British and Americans. Immediately, peaceful people who were forcibly hijacked to work in Germany languished.
By the middle of the forty-fourth, families arrived here voluntarily leaving the Union. Mostly policemen, burgomasters, clergymen. There were also those who, during the hard times of Stalin’s purges, were stamped with the “enemy of the people” stamp.
Bidding took place soon, slaves were bought by the owners of factories and plants, construction sites and mines, farmers, landowners in our way. Last was more. It is understandable - in the courtyard of August, we must have time to harvest. The male population at the front, there are not enough workers in the village.
There were more Russians in these trades. The warden and translator — she spoke in three languages, German, Polish and Russian — entered the hut and, raising her voice, declared: “Attention! Today you will get a job. Please go to the parade ground.”
When the slaves were lined up for sale, the buyers went one by one to the ranks and pointed to the workers they liked. The officer immediately made a deal, received the money and transferred the sold prisoners to the new owner.
With Mihas, we held hands, making it clear that we want to work together. A young German woman drew attention to us, she whispered something to a translator, and she nodded her head in token of agreement: "This frau bought you, follow her." A solid man in a dark suit and tie paid off, and we were taken to the railway station.
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Rügen Island. The Poles, like the Germans, had a number of privileges in relation to the Russians. We worked on a farm - cows would go up, drink warm milk, and when a pig was slaughtered, they would stay, kidneys, hooves, a couple of kilograms of fat. Such is the will of the governor. The Russians, like the Italians, did all the laborious work, loaded, dug, mowed grass, sawed, chopped firewood.
On the Italians, a special conversation. They accepted us as their countrymen. In addition to the old Carl, he was thirty years old. The army was called up in 1934 and a year later sent by artillery to the war in Abyssinia.When the African country was occupied by the British, they returned to Italy.
In the south of the Appeninsky Peninsula, they fought with the Germans against the American and British troops. When the Anglo-Americans approached the Po River, the king of Italy, Victor Batlló, arrested Mussolini. The soldiers refused to fight under one banner with the Germans.
The Nazis disarmed the Italian troops, those soldiers who refused to go to their side, were sent to Germany for forced labor. So this five gunners was on the island of Rügen.
I spent my free time with them. If I got to dinner, they sat down at the table, regaled with what they had. They taught Italian language, I them - Russian. They sang "Katyusha". From them I learned about the exploits of many Russians who fought against the fascists in the resistance units of the name Garibaldi, where Russian prisoners fought shoulder to shoulder with the Italians.
Far from the homeland, our compatriots have repeatedly shown examples of courage and heroism. The government awarded one of them, Fyodor Poletayev, the title of Hero of Italy. Invited after the war to visit Italy, to admire her beauty.
Hitler promised his people land, a lot of land.He emphasized that defective peoples would process it, the Germans would only have to command and freely dispose of not only the land, but also the labor of others. The Germans believed their leader and, taking up arms, went to the East. They did not take the land, but drove a lot of slaves.
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Ahead of us, grabbing four rows, the harvester was digging potatoes, tubers, falling into the ladle, fell in a row on the ground. The teenagers collected them in baskets, and we transferred them to the conveyor belt. With teenagers started a conversation.
- Is it true that the Bolshevik soldiers, capturing the village, shoot the children?
- This is not true. The fighter of the Red Army does not touch children, he lets a bullet into the person who shoots him.
- Why do Russians call their army red? - I thought, but really - why? Answered:
- "Red" because the red star is burning on the caps. - They did not retreat:
- Where do people live better - in Germany or in Russia? - I couldn’t tell the truth, but the truth is no better, my conscience didn’t allow me to answer that.
- I don’t know Germany well, I saw it from the window of the barred car, so I can’t compare it.
Our conversation was interrupted by a rude hail of the steward, he saw how Fyodor’s father, Stepan, hid three potatoes in his pocket, and began bashing him with a stick.School children took pity on the old man, in one voice screamed: "Varum?" The manager stopped, looked at the teenagers with his eyes, lowered the stick, and without a word went to the combine.
A chill passed through my heart, I was taken aback, I remembered how he had hit me with the same club. Already returning for the night, I heard from Fedor: - Soon our people will be here, let's take it into consideration. The superintendent owed me about fifty such blows — he would get everything in full if he didn’t run away by that time. "
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