An incident at the end of the war from grandmother's recollections
An incident at the end of the war from grandmother's recollections

Video: An incident at the end of the war from grandmother's recollections

Video: An incident at the end of the war from grandmother's recollections
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A chicken, milk, eggs … Everyone remembers these words from films about fascists. And I remember my grandmother's story, how it all happened at the end of the war. But a little differently.

A column of captured Fritzes was driven through the village in which she lived. And so these dirty, in rags Fritzes came to the Russians in the courtyards, and tried to exchange homemade toys, clay whistles and all that for something to eat.

One of them also came to them, and with the words "Liebe, katoshe" (Bread, potatoes) began to hand them his homemade products. And they gave him food. And many gave. For there was no longer any feeling of hatred for these wretched people, but there was pity and Christ's love. Yes, you could spit in his face, hit him with a poker - no one would have said a word. But they didn't.

When the German took what was given to him, his hands trembled and he burst into tears soundlessly. Tears streamed down his sunken, unshaven cheeks. He somehow managed to squeeze out "Danke!"

There were three funerals in my grandmother's family at that time. This is how he is, a Russian man …

To defeat the enemy is in Russian. But to mock an already defeated enemy is not. And when they tell me that you are Russians, gloat over what is happening in Ukraine, I always remember this story. And I can say that you just don't know Russians at all.

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