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Yekaterina’s Cossack Grandfather

My grandfather, the army colonel and Cossack colonel, Litovchenko Michail Aleksandrovich, is the witness and participant of the events described below.

 

February, 1943. Fascists retreated from Novyi Oskol area, Velikhomikhailovka village, to Belgorog. They were a real crime, especially for peaceful population, the most part of which was represented with aged people, women, and children, as all young strong men were on the front. The punitive force learned out that two of my grandfather’s brothers were officers served on the front (one was a cavalryman, and the second was a pilot), and rushed into the house. They beat my grandfather, who was only 13 years old, and his father unmercifully with rifle butts. Half-dressed, they were dragged out of the house on snowdrifts. Fascists made them and other people to drive the cattle in direction of Belgorod, to feed their forces. My grandfather’s mother and sisters were kicked by fascists out of the house, locked in the bricked shed as other women in the village, and mined.

 

The thrilled were turned out in the direction of Belgorod. Military machines, tanks and weapons were driven with them. Snowdrifts were higher than people’s heads. The high road was shelled by Soviet artillery during the whole night. The Soviet column, in which the crowds of aged men, women and children were driven out together with the military equipment, was attacked with bombs from fascist planes. Those, who became detached from the crowd, were killed by shooting immediately.

 

Late at night they were driven in the village, left by people. The cattle, caws, and calves were taken to the previous Milk Product Firm’s house. All captives were pushed into the empty houses by 10-12 people in each and locked. Sentries were posted outside of the houses. More than 24 hours exhausted people were there without food and water. My grandfather with his two friends was warned: early morning at the dawn – shooting. My great-grandfather, Litovchenko Aleksandr Yefimovich, his neighbor Zabudchenko Vasiliy Ivanovich, and the distance relative Konik Nickolay Nickolayevich (who was more than 80 years old man), told my grandfather and his friends to not sleep, to not muffle up in the straws in the corners of hut, but to be ready and wait for a signal. Aged people spied when the drunken sentry who played on the mouth organ, finally fell asleep. Very quiet, they broke down the window and smothered him. And captives rushed away through the big ravines.

 

At darkness of the night, in the light of fire-bombs and trace of artillery shells, in the snow so deep up to the waists, half-naked, bearing and supporting each other they were running to Phuschevatoe village, where my great-grandfather’s friends lived. But they couldn’t go out of the valley as the light of a dawn caught them. Fascist saw escaped people and opened a fire from large-caliber machine guns. Owing to the deep ravines and huge snowdrifts, fascists didn’t follow them. On penalty of death, fugitives buried themselves in the snow and waited lying till the darkness.

 

Starving from hunger, frost-bitten, the fugitives managed to reach Phushevatoe at night, where they were met by friend. He hided them in straw of his shed and in one hour he, taking the risk of his own life, brought them the bucket of boiled potatoes and bucket of boiling water. After they ate he again buried them into the straw.

 

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Aida’s Kazakh Grandparents and Their Nomadic Patriotism

We live in the South part of Kazakhstan city called Shymkent where the mentality and national patriotism are very strong and those are very important parts of people’s style of life and ways of behave. Most of Kazakh families are very serious about their cultural and traditional customs; my family is one of the examples of such family.

 

For example every Victory Day, May 9, we and our relatives meet together and celebrate this day, remembering the heroic activities of our grandfather, who participated in World War II.  As a background about my grandparents: they were very intelligent and intellectually high skilled people. My grandpa was the teacher in high school, and when the World War II started, all his high class students and he were sent to field of the battles to the war. 

 

One day my grandpa was wounded in Ukraine and was lying in the land. He had blacked out and when he realized that he was still alive, he saw that his arm and feet were repaired and many other ill and injured soldiers of Soviet Union were lying in one room like barracks.  Every night 2-3 women of the Ukraine village, secretly were coming and bringing some food and medicine with them. My grandpa said that, those Ukraine women were very brave and really humanity sensitive human beings, that saved his and many others’ lives in the war. He mentioned that if fascists knew about actions of those Ukrainian women, they would kill them immediately. 

 

After hearing that story, I was inspirited and become very proud of my grandfather and kind people who live in our world.  Another story, related to my grandma.  She was helpful, hard working, open-minded and very hospitable person.  The house where my grandparents and mum lived was very friendly and a lot of families were like relatives among each other. They had very close relationship and always were together.   If any of them didn’t come every day to visit and have a cup of tea with my grandma, she was asking my mum about that neighbor.

 

They were so happy and sincerely that people around them always were surprised of their positive energy, enthusiasm and motivation to live and make the others happy. They had charisma and skill to make person laugh and be satisfy of everyday life that God gave them.

They taught their children to love and be loved, to work hard, be patriots and proud of being descendants of Great Nomads who lived in steppe of Central Asia; to respect customs, traditions and mentality of Kazakhs. I think these basic ideas are very important in upbringing new generation, especially nowadays when the process of globalization has already started.

 

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