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Saule Z’s Grandfather was a Soviet Spy

I always admire my Grandfather and the older I become, the more I realize that I am very lucky that I had such a grandfather. His name was Aman Baimuratov. And he had a difficult but bright life. He was born in 1920 in Kzyl-Orda in the family of peasants and from 13 years old, my grandfather started working in the collective farm (at that period in 1930’s there were a collectivization of all villages). He was very smart and after graduation of the Institute of Agriculture, he continued his work as an accountant and later he became a chairman in one of the collective farms where he was working.


Under the leadership of my grandfather, the collective farm was in prosperity and every family living there was sure in their safety because grandfather was a very kind and Solomonic person. In childhood I was spending holidays with my grandparents and I was taught about how to be an honest and high-minded person through their life example and most importantly about love and respect for others. Furthermore, my grandfather participated in World War II. And I realize that thanks to our grandparents we are able to live nowadays. In memory of my Great Grandfather I would like to tell about one war story that happened to him that gave a chance to me to be born.

 This story happened in 1943. My grandpa was a spy in Soviet Army. To be in intelligence army was a very honorary and the word “intelligence” itself sounds prideful. Many of military missions were successful but after one of them my grandpa was captured by the enemy in Ukrainian forests. This was a terrible feeling to know that soon you will be shot. Two long days my grandpa and three of his fellow soldiers were in capture preparing to death. During the imprisonment the spies noted how fascists were afraid of forests because of Partisans. And their fear was so great that they were blazing away every tree and every bush in the forest.  This was very funny in this story and it played a very important role in the rescue of the spies’ lives.

On the morning of the third day of capture, my grandpa and his fellow prisoners were taken out to the yard in order to be shot. By a lucky chance at that moment the Soviet planes appeared in the sky. Occurrence of the Soviet planes had caused a panic at the enemy camp. Prisoners took advantage of the turmoil and ran toward the forest. And this was the unique chance to survive, because the enemy was not watching them. After successful escape the spies came back to the Soviet army and continued the defense of their country. My grandfather reached Berlin and the Victory found him there at the walls of Reichstag. 

In conclusion, we had won fascism by incalculable victims, and it was believed that the winners will reward according to the deserts for their soldier’s feat. Thanks to our grandparents we are able to live in free and independent country today. And we will never forget the Great Feats of our Grandparents!



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