Black wave

Black wave.
About the heroism of the Jewish Diaspora of  Termez city, Uzbekistan,
  in the late forties of the last century.
  My sister was treated in hospital. She was aged and worked in the civil service. Outcome: pension and a bunch of diseases.
By purchasing fruits, sweets, juices, I visited her. In the yard of the hospital clean, neat alleys, green lawns, Christmas trees, flowers, fountains and water. Found the right branch, ward, knocked on the door.
- Come in.
- Hi.
- Hello, how old, how many winters.
Sister was happy with my arrival.
- Have a seat. How are you, wife, children, grandchildren? About how many goodies brought! It’s all for me?
- At home everything is normal. So what about you?
- Those sores. Let’s go into the garden to fresh air for talking.
Before dinner, many patients go get some fresh air, exchange news, drink mineral water, shaking hands with friends, we went to a distant gazebo, continuing to talk about treatment, medications. Sister changed the subject. Said quietly:
- Today is the day of death of Aunt Asya. She was my mother's best friend, a brave and honest. Good mother.
- Yes, I often think of Aunt Asya: beautiful black-haired Jew lived next to us, a friend of my mother, working in a hairdressing salon hairstylist. Her life did not work: finished school, trained as a hairstylist, fell in love with a beautiful young man, married him, gave birth to a son, the war, her husband called in front funerals. Life went awry.
My father after the war worked in the civil service. On duty he was killed.
That's how two young women widowed: have one son. The other son and two daughters.
  - Do you remember Aunt Asya helped us when our mother was arrested in the late forties?
Now, with the reminder, so many years later returned to me the black tide of childhood.
The southern city of Termez, border zone, the end of the forties, the beginning of winter. Cold room, nothing to heat the oven. Voice of his sister: "We need firewood, get dressed, take the little sister by the hand. Mascara tube. Kerosene should be protected. "My sister took an ax and rope. My sister was ten years old, I was six years old and sis was only three years old. Shut the door on the street darkness. Reached the end of the street. Sister chopped dry branches from the trees. We have it all collected in a heap. Sister cried, complained that her hands cold, mittens forgotten. I breathed on her hands and stuffed them in her pockets.
Finally bundle collected. Sister put it on my shoulder, I took an ax and the little girl's hand. Come on, there's no one around. Suddenly a flashlight.
- What are carrying, chop something?
We have heard the voice of Kalmykov.
- Uncle Kalmykov, nothing to heat the oven, the house is cold, - said sister crying.
- These are the children of the enemy of the people, - said Kalmykov to fellow travelers. – Go away. Tomorrow's see, do not order.
We came at home. At the entrance to the box is a potato, apparently brought the neighbors. Melted the oven, the door did not close, so that the heat was undressed. Sister put to boil the potatoes.
Branches cut down in a room near the stove, raw branches smoldering. Potatoes cook, lamp lights, salt, black bread and onions. Beauty.
Opened the door, and went with Aunt Asya son Northwind.
- Children, how are you? Leaving for two days, what happened to your mother?
Sister began to tell what had happened. Standing on the sidelines, I was reminded of how three plainclothes and one in the form came to our house, produced a search warrant, went to the room in muddy boots. We were put in a room at the table for a long time inspecting everything, especially the bookcase. Sister cried, my sister and me reassured our mother to go we were not allowed. She silently stood at the stove, her face was stone, slim figure, beautifully coiffed hair. She looked at all this with contempt. Mom took a large part in the formation of Soviet power, as the Komsomol, fought, was wounded.

Turned off the light. The search continued in the lamplight.
It was all over and my mother had gone with them. She did not utter a word, her life has made courageous.
After her father's relatives came to us rarely, and now began to avoid us.
My father had two brothers, the survivors of the war. One served as a soldier in the Far East, and the second - the chief frontier in Ukraine, restored the border. Received a telegram about the arrest of my mother, he asked leave, wanted to come to us, but the holiday is not allowed.
Here were three of us in a cold house with no means of livelihood.
Aunt Asya brought a bucket of coal, food.
- Half a bucket in the oven now, the rest tomorrow night, during the day you are in school, they are in kindergarten and nurseries.
- I will not go to school - the sister said.
- That's not a girl, it is necessary to learn. If you do not go to school, then substitute a blow kids, then you everybody will be determine to orphanage. I will not break your family, mom comes out, and you will live, as it was, we will not leave you, remember it. Tomorrow I'll go find out what's happened. Remember, people are people.
We went to bed in a warm room, but the mood was not crying quietly, each in his own bed. Aunt Asya could not take us to her house, except her son an elderly sick mother of her husband and lived in one room.
In the morning I got up and cleaned the snow off the tracks. Look in the courtyard, where I found two bundles of wood. I called my sister.
- Look what a beautiful wood.
- This Kalmykov came, the snow traces of his boots, do not tell about it anyone, okay?
Washed, put themselves in order. My little sister and I moved in a manger. In the nursery section of her, dressed in a nursery clothes.
- Oh, come, accursed children - muttered the nurse on duty.
Leaving little sister, I went into the kindergarten. In kindergarten, children dress up, noise, fun. Since my arrival all were silent. Undressed, dressed in another clothes.
- Tomorrow payment of money for the next month, and for you. Who will pay? - Said the head of the garden, looking at me.
- Do not worry, we - the parents will pay money for him, - replied Boryasik’s mom.
- Do not be shy baby, everything will be fine.
  I remembered the words of Aunt Asya: "People are people." Then I thought, and because of the little sister too, you have to pay, in the evening we should all learn.
Before lunch I went to the playroom, but I did not play with toys, just  looked out the window at the falling snow. The teacher came over and patted me on the head:
- What's on the snow looking at? Beautiful?
- When snow- cold, we have coal for the stove is small, cold, little sister crying.
The teacher walked in silence.
In winter the days are short, from kindergarten run in a manger, took little sister asked for payment for nursery, delighted that the payment within ten days. Go on a dark street, go around the puddles, mud.
  House was warm, melted sister oven, cooked potatoes, dressed, washed, turn on the radio "plate", dined. Sister sat with their homework, small at the table stared at her dolls. Came Auntie Asya and Boris, brought us porridge for breakfast. She sat in silence, staring at us.
- I have not found out what the cause of arrest, but said if five people vouch for mom, let her go on bail. Your relatives refused to sign something to fear. But never mind, one person is - it is Me!
Aunt Asya stood at the table, her eyes were burning, beautiful face was manly.
- I will lift up our Jewish diaspora, find protection for your mom and you.
- Aunt Asya, and who are accursed children?
- Who told you that?
- In a manger on duty.
- Tomorrow will go together, you show it to me.
Aunt Asya left.
There was a knock at the door, we opened. At the door stood our kindergarten teacher with a bucket of coal and high school girls from school sisters.
- Children, I brought coal for you.
- And we are at school. Our Director - Bella Yulevna sent you here this firewood and coal box.
We warmly thanked the governess and girls. I remembered the words of Aunt Asya: "People are people."
We were so happy. Coal and wood will last for four days.
A little later came Bella Yulevna, regaled pies, talk to us and said to his sister:
- You're not a little, everything you can. I'll send a cleaning lady. She will do the cleaning, a high school student will be helping you.
Bella Yulevna Lerman, gorgeous with extremely beautiful eyes, a woman, tall, petite, chic hairstyle. When she walked down the street - it was a feast for the eyes, cheerful swinging, proud look, well delivered speech. She loved not only the school, the whole city. Bella Yulevna offered promotion, but she refused - she loved children, could reach out to everyone involved in all competitions of the school and the city, all the Saturdays was there with the guys took care of us when we were alone.
Early in the morning came to his uncle's wife - our aunt and brought fried potatoes, bread.
- I'm uneducated, working as a cleaner, I'm afraid something to sign, I have four children, do not judge me harshly, I will help you any way I can.
She burst into tears. Sister gave water and began to calm her.
I went out into the yard, looking, two bundles of wood and something wrapped in a towel.
- Firewood and coal he brought me yesterday in a barn?
Sister came out, looked wrapped in a towel, and then a hot loaf of bread, look for firewood.
- Look, again traces of Kalmykov’s boots, don’t tell a word to anyone, I realized the wood in the shed.
Aunt said goodbye and left us.
We had breakfast, put ourselves in order. Came Auntie Asya, went to nursery. Going Aunt Asya asked loudly:
- Who's on duty?
Entered on duty, happy, something chews. Aunt Asya took her by the collar, turned and laid on the table, swinging her fist.
- If one more time you will say something bad to my children, I'll chop you into.
- I, I, I'm sorry ...
- Our husbands were at war, my death, their father was in the civil service. Mind it and shorten the language.
In the garden I went happy, fat woman got its.
In kindergarten, the parents of my friends gave me new slippers. The day passed quietly. In the evening on the way home went to the nursery for the little sister. Duty quickly wore it.
- Do not be offended at me, something to swing, hold the handle of the little sister.
In the evening we went to a man in civilian clothes, he took under arrest my mother, who asked us to come in, what they need, to come if our grandfather or grandmother.
- We do not have grandparents, we have never seen them, the words of my mother they died long ago - his sister replied.
He looked around the room, closet, under the beds.
- Uncle, why do not you wipe the boots? Look, all the dirt, - said sis.
My sister and I sit silent.
- You are very dirty. - Man growled. Threw a half-smoked cigarette, slammed the door and left.
- Why are you doing senior notes?
- And I also swear when I get dirty dirty sex bots.
I had two cars, I have them disassemble, crush, tear off the wheel, and now took all gathered, began to look like this build.
- Decided to fix cars? - Sister hugged my shoulders.
- Now I'm no one will give gifts, toys, we should all cherish.
- Our neighbor, Uncle Grisha, mechanic, repairing all metal, maybe he can help?
- And I have to hand sew the doll.
- I'll do it. Only lessons finish.
Came Auntie Asya, brought chicken soup and cakes.
- What girls came to you yesterday?
- Our school has taken over our patronage, student  girls of high school help me with house, the director of Bella Yulevna always asks me about help.
- Bella Yulevna Lerman, a great authority in the city, she is with us, a good woman. I talked with us in the Diaspora, we will sign the necessary documents so that your mother during the investigation to go home. Tomorrow I'll take all the papers to them.
Aunt Asya left.
Playing in the street with the guys, I learned from one of our own, that my mother was arrested, he went every day near the prison once his mother was released.
In the evening I dressed warmly and went to prison, he began to go under the fence. Gray walls, towers with soldiers around not a tree or a blade of grass, the decor is depressing. I do not know what to do? Opened the door, came the military, came up to me, squatted down:
- Baby, I know you, I knew your father, we fought together, know that happened to you. Your mom's not here, she's in another prison. It’s too cold here.  Go home, please. Take this and give to sister.
He put the money in my pocket.
- Go home, and it is too late.
I went home and thought how much in our city jails. The store sold candy, bought a pack, took the paper, put all three parts. Two plastic bag in his pocket, and took a couple of third-candy in my mouth. Long ago I was not so good.
I gave the money my sister, she scolded me for buying a candy.
- We have no bread, no potatoes and you buy candy. I know that my uncle and his father fought together, we even have them somewhere photos. Enough money for a week.
- Oh, what a delicious candy! – sis was happy.
There was no light in the evening, sitting under a lamp.
- Can I go to our neighbor at the expense of repairing the machine?
- Go on, just quickly.
After dressing, I ran into the street. Knocked on the door of a neighbor, Uncle Grisha opened the door himself.
- Come quickly, it’s cold. What have you got in your hand? Machine? Give it to me.
The room had a lot of interesting, unfamiliar tools, clamps, wrenches, screwdrivers. We sat down at the table. Grisha quickly made repairs.
- Done! Play. Kid. We treat your family well, but you do not tell anyone that I was. I will come to you myself. Mother, give fresh eggs to baby!
Growing up, I learned that Uncle Grisha during the war, was surrounded, came out of him, fought and was wounded, has the medals, but after the war was under surveillance. There were many.
I ran home. Aunt Asya was sitting at home.
- You went to Uncle Grisha for repairing your car? Baby, I beg you, do not go to anyone, even if you will call, okay? - She kissed my head.- What straight from the tin. And eggs from Uncle Grisha? He's good, they have chickens. Well, here are the products we have an appointment with the investigator, it is necessary to know, as a mom. Appointed meeting at eleven o'clock at night, so they order.
New Year approached quietly, but we were not up to it. In kindergarten matinee, tree, gifts. All opened presents and eating sweets. I turned her and carried her home, gave small. She sat on the bed, threw out a gift, long look at this beauty, held the largest sweet sister and me cookies, looked at us.
- Can I eat?
Sister cry.
- It's all for you.
On our street - DEHKAN (Parenting) lived many Jewish families. Aunt Asya was active in dealing with problems of his countrymen, secretly went to the synagogue, assisted patients. This diaspora came to the defense of the Uzbek family, without fear of consequences.
By age I did not understand much of what happens, what was pressed on us, why sister, often after putting us to sleep, making lessons crying.
- God help us. What do we do? I do not want us to be sent to an orphanage. And if you give, that we were all together.
  I nozzles, crying, cuddle cat and fall asleep. Sister crying, stood silently, cuddle doll with open eyes crying. Tears flowed down face, chest, blouse became wet. The child knew that nothing good is not available. I changed her blouse, kissing, rolled on her back. She calmed down. We started the game.
It was not clear what documents are needed, where goes Aunt Asya, where now my mother, if not in jail.
And it was so. On my mother wrote a denunciation, professionally, that my mother's father, our grandfather fled abroad, sometimes visits us.
According to the stories of my mother, her father was engaged in farming, died after falling from his horse, when my mother was a year, her mother died a year later, my grandmother main teacher.
Aunt Asya gave the investigating authorities the necessary documents, that could help release on bail our mother during the investigation. The authorities did not agree.
A month later, on vacation came my father's brother. From the station came to us in the form of a senior lieutenant with things and goodies, we stayed the night, sleeping with me. I pressed him, he smelled male, something extraordinary.
In the morning we went to the nursery and kindergarten, my uncle put on the form, orders, medals, and went to the investigator. Evening at home Uncle Aunt Asya, two other men, one of them is a lawyer, sat a long time, talking. Decided that my uncle should go to the residence and the funeral of my grandparents, will bring about their death document, certified in the village council. Aunt Asya asked to do it quickly, because the children seriously. Uncle could not take us to himself, as he lived out of town, a school, a nursery, a kindergarten there were missing, wife, four children, two rooms. Uncle left for documents in a mountainous area, where there are no proper roads, cars went once a day. He was leaving a determined, put in order form, shined his orders, medals, said goodbye to us and his family.
  In mountainous areas, the wayward people, freedom, brutally treated with dishonest, did not like the existing power. Cannibalization all in a row, the forced relocation of people from their native places in the mountain valley, to increase the production of cotton, did their job, the government has lost confidence.
In many area uncle knew he was wrestling before the war was a champion of the region, often performed in all areas, was a favorite of the people.
On-site has given him a horse and man to accompany, from the district center had to go deep into the mountains.
A week later, my uncle came with all the documents certified by the village council, made a picture of my grandfather and grandmother's graves. Immediately went to the investigator, gave him all the documents.
- It is necessary to go there himself.- he choked out himself.
- Why did you not tell me at the first meeting, the children are left alone. We were at war, after the war, the brother died in the line of duty. I serve on the border, there goes a real war, you know. Release daughter on bail, I can not give a guarantee for it.
- I'm not allowed, these documents do I need to check in person, maybe they do not fit.
- Documents certified by the Soviet authorities in the field are not suitable?
- That’s all I said - muttered investigator.
In the evening my uncle came, brought bread, canned food, tea, fried fish. Aunt Asya was with us.
- Well, tell me all the details.
- Congress, assembled everything you need, assured the village council, as required by law, the laws I know, I was drafted in the third year of law, the investigator in any, must check myself.
- What do we do?
- I'm going through Moscow, vacation is over, I have a day left, break through to the boss, I will give the second copy of the documents will reach my goal.
Uncle there was a curious case. In the mountains, at the transition of the mountain river horse fell, the water carried him, partner helped out of the water, chopped firewood, lit a fire, dried clothes. Uncle laughed, remembering how sitting around the campfire naked on the stone.
- Asya, the documents I gave to the investigator, the second copy I have is writing the third instance, let it be to you.
The next day my uncle did grocery shopping, took me to my knees, was very upset.
- Do not be shy, hopeless situations do not happen, I spoke with Kalmykov, he's my friend, instead of fighting involved, will help. Now back home in the evening to the station.
The house is empty. Aunt Asya’s friends went to accompany our uncle to the station. On the platform the investigator came to them, withdrew his uncle said, so he mistakenly in Moscow did not go to where it is not necessary. Uncle sat silently in the car.
In Moscow, he did the opposite. As a border guard officer went to the Lubyanka, wrote a detailed report, attached documents and passed them.
For each person entering "office" reported at the top, especially if he was an officer. One of the big bosses learned that Uncle chief outpost from Ukraine took him, he put him at the table, gave her some tea, a long time asking about the situation at the border. Looked at all the documents.
- You Ride, serve, as expected, the border should be restored in a short time. According to the materials it is clear that you are right, we will resolve this issue.
One evening there was no light, we played in the "hide and seek" on the lamp, the sister carrier, we hid. Small under the table, it was not visible beyond the edges of the tablecloth. Opened the door, went investigator in a leather coat, muddy boots, a cigarette in his mouth.
- There's no light, sitting as a mouse.
Approached the table, held out his hand to the back of the chair, I sit down, the chair he began to move toward him.
- What is ?!
Investigator glanced off the table, turned pale, began to breathe heavily.
- That I will move my chair - cheerfully shouted from under the table is small.
- Little toad.- investigator looked under the table.
- It's time all of you to the orphanage.
- For us watching Aunt Asya.- sister replied.
- These Jews will not work.
- Aunt Asya good.
- What are you talking about !?
The investigator examined all the rooms, spat on the floor, threw his cigarette, slammed the door and left.
Scaring guest, we laughed.
- It must be all the air out, wash the mud, bring a bucket of water.
I happily ran to fetch water. Cleaning ended.
- No word to anyone.
The next day Aunt Asya’s  Aunt Sarah went check on us.
- Tomorrow will come Commission towards you in an orphanage, bring everything in order, the products we brought, show them.
Aunt Sarah continued:
- In the light I'll pay tomorrow, we take you under our care, we have few men, many died at the front, do not be afraid, just that we have so hide, will all together. Guys, I brought cherry jam. Let's drink tea.
Aunt Sarah after the death of her husband was brought up on the front of one of four children.
Each morning I woke up, washed, had a breakfast and it seemed to me that all this is the last time. Last time at home, hug little sister, go to kindergarten. In the evening we went out with a small nurseries on our street, which was felt - the tension, we understand that we are now without parental protection. Open the door of our house, and there ...
And so it was, open the door, sitting at the table, two women and a man, sister stands apart.
- Hello, children.
We responded to a small greeting.
- Wipe your feet and come in well.
Sister took me and led to the veranda.
- Run to the aunt Asya. Tell the commission came.
I ran through the evening streets quickly. All told Aunt Asya. We went out into the street. Asya aunt knocked on the window and loudly said something.
Came home, members of the committee wrote something. Seeing Aunt Asya, they asked:
- Who are you and why are you here?
- Do not you worry, now learn.
We sat quietly by the stove. The door opened, it included two men and Bella Yulevna with Aunt Sarah.
- Hello, I'm a lawyer, and that the members of our community in the city.
The commission members stood up, began to shake with all, especially with Bella Yulevna.
- We are members of the City Commission to identify homeless children in orphanages.
- I am a lawyer. Children's father died, his mother under investigation, not yet convicted. We would ask you not to play on the nerves in children, settle the question by law.
- Did you come here? What do you want to do nothing? I, as a director of the school, you ask, what do you want? Instead of children to assist you to aggravate the situation.
- We are doing this at the request of the investigator.
- Dear, our Jewish community took the children under their care in an orphanage will not give up, their mother will be released soon, she was arrested by mistake,-  said loudly aunt Asya.
- We know the father and mother of children. Father of soldier, was killed in the line of duty, mother arrested, children need supervision or guardianship State relatives. We see children live in a warm, clean, have the necessary products. The eldest daughter goes to school, well, the children go to kindergarten and nursery, there are no conflicts. The local Jewish community and watch over the family. We need to think and come back to this issue in a month.
Then went Kalmykia.
- Hello, I'm late, was on divorce. I learned that you were here, I think the right decision, you need to think about a month, I do here every day to look after children.
Before leaving, the committee members asked the lawyer tomorrow to go to them. All gone. Remained Aunt Asya and Aunt Sarah. Started drinking tea. Aunt Sarah fell silent, tears, tears streaming down her cheeks. Sister walked, climbed to her knees and hugged his neck and began to consider a gold chain.
- Wow, that girl has a girl - Aunt Sarah became fun.- Here grow up, fall in love with you young prince, a wedding, fun, I'll give you a chain of memory.
Everyone laughed.
- Children's too late, we're leaving. Do not open the door to outsiders. Coal., Wood is, the fire carefully.
- Aunt Asya, I have a problem, I my brother can not always swim hard in the bath. Mom knew how, but I did not get.
- Okay. On Saturday night I'll go after him.
Saturday was bath day. When my mother after a bath prepared table, brewed tea, put jam, crackers, and came out of the bath sat at the table, drinking tea, discussing family matters, it was felt calm in the family.
Now I bathed at home, do not always work well. Me, sister and  little sister, we took bath accessories, go to the bath. While my mother was not, we passed to the bath for free. So decided Aunt Motya - Director bath.
I decided to bring him into the men's room. On Saturday evening, Aunt Asya took us, took a bath, sister and sister in the women's section, and I am the proud in the male. Asya aunt asked a friend to look after me when flushing. Cloakroom male branch was sad, poor lighting. Heavy smell, fume, dirty laundry, socks. In the washing room there was no order, used mainly soap. A lot of men have been crippled by the war. When veterans in clothes, not much can be seen in the bath all for show. The war has done its job - spoiled generation of men. Before visiting the male branch of the bath, I went to the police in front.
In the postwar years was such a procedure, a single mother could take a bath in the women's section on bathing boy of five. I got into it a lucky number, and what memories and impressions. Women treated me at the entrance.
- Yes, he's understands everything, see what his intelligent eyes.
- Yes, men with birth understand everything, - said in a queue.
In the bath were women with big bags, laid out in the locker room are captured female underwear, various soaps, teas, lotions, towels with embroidery, types of combs. Locker room was neat, good lighting, rugs, pleasant aroma.
By the bath prepared in advance with great taste and imagination, made an appointment to go to the bath together. Basically, these were young women, many widows. At the time, the place where you can relax, have a movie so walk in the park, but the room was kind of clubs. Relationship to each other were good, clean, helpful, there was no deception, silly jokes. Impacted heavy war, women have experienced it, brought up children, positive carried through life.
Great women around me in the bath, sit in a basin of warm water, mother and little sister were washed, and I was waiting for her turn, eagerly examining the environment. There were girls in the bath from our garden, but they were not interested for me. Many women were slim, beautiful, fun behaved, sometimes singing songs. It was interesting to listen to the difference between soap "Red Moscow" from Riga how to use herbal teas.
I understood everything and get lots of pleasure.
After washing, I wiped fragrant towel. Women dressed in clean trophy underwear, showing the best of each other. Perfume was a special, perfumes, scented lotions, powders, unusual flavor. Were jokes, tips, arrange a meeting. I was dressed and all this wonderful ended.
I saw how tormented widows, worked in manufacturing, construction, in the field. Had children, it was on their shoulders, but they have not lost a sense of motherhood, dignity, love of life. I carried the it through life, respecting women, because she is a woman - the mother, the keeper of the hearth, the successor of the human race.
Members of the commission have studied us in all respects, have been at school with her sister, surprised that she an excellent student, came to me in a kindergarten, a nursery for my little sister.
When my mother was at home, I went from kindergarten, change clothes, playing at home, in the yard, listening to "plate" to go into the street did not want to. Who was not at home all reminded of my mother became sad, drawn out.
Morning, one Sunday came my uncle's wife shopping. Brought us presents.
- I have to go quickly, looking for children older - looking at me, continued. - If you want us to go in the evening, seeing my brothers and sister. A night bus I'll send you home, the driver of the bus - my brother.
- Before the evening you can, - said the nurse.
House with his uncle was an old, large garden, vegetable garden. Ran across the yard chickens and a rooster in the bright plumage, a very important and courageous, do not fear the cat pounced on and drove him from the chickens. The weather was dry, good winter sun was shining brightly. We went out into the street with his brothers, left the kids at home. Each of the brothers excitedly told the news, showing something new, have fun discussing the issues came to the outskirts. It was a company that was discussing something together, we older guy was holding a match, a pack of cigarettes.
- "White Sea Canal" - understood - put a pack in his pocket.
- Well, go up the hill.
I decided to go, my brothers refused, kids should look. The company moved briskly, telling stories that happened to him. At the top of the hill was very nice, beautiful views, river, collective farm, fields, orchards, gardens, under the hill cemetery.
- Well, go back through the cemetery. Don’t you afraid?
- If all you're going - kept the rest.
We went down and saw how in the cemetery were working people engaged in cleaning, cleaning the canals, roads, collected dry grass, putting it for export.
- Here come the night the dead from their graves and catch the children, a brother told me, go fast, do not look back.
At the end of the cemetery were outbuildings, was a pile of dry grass. We have grown bolder, began to joke, to scare each other. "Senior" solemnly drew his "White Sea Canal", matches, cigarette in his mouth and took a scale struck a match. Match jumped out of his hands, dry grass caught fire, the wind helped, fanned the fire, farm buildings began to smoke. We all ran down the road. I ran the first, looking back, our company has lagged behind. For us, shouting "Fire" ran everything works the graveyard in their hands were shovels, rakes, forks.
I feel something bad, he added speed, choking, but do not give up. Looking back, I saw my company joined the catching up and fingers pointing to me. Then there was the canal, the road forked, and went along the canal to the left and right, and I have in front of the channel is wide, seven meters through a pipe is as thick as a telephone pole. What I did not stop and ran silently through the pipe.
- My son, be careful, do not fall, the water is cold !!! - shouted to catch up.
Reached the end of the pipe, ran towards his uncle's house.
- Good baby, run! - Shout back. There was laughter.
I realized that I set fire piled on me and urgently needs home. Ran to his uncle's home, told everything aunt. She listened, cried. There was a riding noise machine. We went out into the street, drove an empty truck. Aunt stopped him, sitting behind the wheel of her relatives.
- Where are you going?
- In the city, with the load.
- Drove the boy to the city, the house he'll show.
- Get in the cockpit.
Motor purred, car left the highway. In the city the driver put me on our street.
- Your uncle trained me in wrestling, I thank him. Goodbye.
At home, I told my sister and everything aunt Ace.
- Do not worry. If someone finds itself, I'll make them Stalingrad.
Sister asked me away from home not to leave, but there was so much interest. On the street, I heard adults talking about that on the outskirts of the city, there are different parts of the POW camp, they do not differ from the prison. I was wondering how to live in prison, making people there and do what it is, and maybe my mother there.
Two old school were on the outskirts of the city. During the war, there were placed evacuated orphanages in Russia, Ukraine and Belarus. After the war, they returned home and placed in these premises war: one German, the other Japanese.
Conversations among the boys had a lot and I decided to go back and look at it. I was curious and the boys often sat on the hills near the German and Japanese zones. The people of the prisoners concerned mostly well, many of their regretted the war they were not on their own.
There were also other constructions, but they were few. The prisoners worked on construction sites. The Germans are tall, fair-haired, dressed in rags different, sweatshirts, trampled shoes, went to work the crowd, noisy, often arguing very loudly.
The territory near the school was clean, flowers, greenery was not enough. Older groups were the strongest, special friendship between prisoners were not.
Sundays afternoon rest, many reading books, playing the accordion, played sports, wash clothes. Some were getting vodka, drank in the cubbyhole, further arguing, sometimes fought. During the fight, the fighters are not separate. If someone died, it was carried to the cemetery on a cart, accompanied by a funeral team. Attitude was commonplace. Adults bought from Germans brass knuckles, knives, daggers, made in workshops on building sites. The quality was very good, we all have seen in adults. Some Germans spoke Russian well and over the fence called to his passing women, but they quickly left. Summoning angry and loudly indignant. Was not clear who the Germans soldier and officer who all obeyed physical strength. Protection to prisoners of the Germans treated strictly in the school yard were sheds, where they kept the guilty. It was hard for children of the Third Reich in this setting.
With interest we have seen and the second camp for prisoners of war of the Japanese. Captured Japanese distinguished by the fact that they were well organized, went to form, without shoulder straps, save it, traces of repair clothing and footwear. Officer's uniform was different from the soldiers. In the construction of the motion on the Japanese construction comply with the procedure under the authority of the officers. Room where they lived was clean, well lit inside and in the yard, it was all seen as curtains, drapes were banned.
With the arrival from the construction site, they washed, ate dinner. Engaged in life, and they had a prayer room, there were various figurines, candles burning. We have not heard of disputes among the Japanese, the guard was not very big.
Japanese - people are good-natured, honest. Residents of the city and the surrounding area brought their vegetables, fruits, melons, watermelons. They were met, thank you, all attributed to the kitchen, apparently there and shared.
The Germans were different, they dismantled everything at a checkpoint, individually.
On their holidays Japanese staged event was their library, the officers conducted classes. Horizontal bar on the playground. Parallel bars, rings, various weights, large folding wrestling carpet - tatami. On the mat doing gymnastic exercises, conducted combat, incomprehensible to us. All these led officers.
The Japanese are very gently treat the sick and infirm. In good weather, they took out a shadow on the fresh air, special stretchers. For the disabled and injured were organized workshops, they have something to do there. In the construction of the disabled and the sick were sitting on benches next to the system.
We saw the funeral ritual. All this was done to work early in the morning. At the funeral were all who could walk. A Place in the cemetery has been identified and his garden fence, built gates, paved paths, after the funeral, grave had its own bar, on which was written all the dead.
Weekly at the cemetery to carry out repairs, cleaning the entrance, planting flowers and trees. We felt the unity, strength, integrity, despite the fact that people were in heavy conditions, suffered, but it was up to par. Captured Japanese built in Tashkent Opera and Ballet Theatre, the plant Toms 1 and much more.
That's how our city boys spent their free time, it was interesting, especially for me there was no special control. Visiting a POW camp, I realized that this is not what we need to see me. I stopped going there because of war except no one was there.
Whatever it was, after a cold, muddy winter comes the warm spring and in our lives. One night came Aunt Asya. Talked with my sister. Gathered clean things mom.
- Sitting at home, heat the oven to make tea, get out, put all that is pure, there is no light, light two lamps.
   From Moscow came documents mother was released from prison. Met her aunt Asya, took the bath, put it in order, all dressed in clean, dirty laundry mom wrapped in paper, take with you.
Beautiful, clean entered the room, knelt down and hugged us and cried. We stood silently in her arms, there was a cry of joy, my throat was com. Asya aunt sat on a chair, silent, I looked at the front door, so wanted to look for it, there really is no one. We wept, my mother was silent tears were not, they all went out in the chamber.
- How did you grow up, what you beautiful - my mother kissed us, took a small arms.
- Asya, to do one thing. Children, dress up, go out into the yard.
At the end of the yard was a small pit, my mother took the package with the dirty clothes from prison, threw him into the pit, doused with kerosene and set on fire. Package burned with some crackling, bright uttering a sound, creaking, squeaking, as if something was burning alive. The wind was blowing strongly the fire burned everything, my mother took a shovel, dug a pit.
- I think this is the end of everything bad.
Silently entered the house. After dinner, the girls went to my bedroom, and I was put in the room. I could not sleep. Asya aunt with her mother sat in the dining room, the door of the room was ajar, I involuntarily overheard a conversation between two friends. On the table there were snacks, Aunt Asya pulled out a bottle of vodka, cigarettes "Kazbek". Drank a glass, relax, smoke. Mom began to tell:
- Asya, the conditions there are not human, overcrowded cells, with no place to sit, a parody of different, many people know me, treated me fine. Investigator real inquisitor, he sees that I have all right, translates from cell to cell, I suffer. Wash, freshen up hard, cold, lice. Everything was done so that the person has forgotten that he is a man. Organized a bath, then cold water, then hot water, heard the laughter of protection. The food was bad. Newspapers, books, magazines were not given, and who have been selected. I did not even know what was taken away. Interrogations day and night, the same question: "Where is your father?". I was beginning to get confused, I think, really the father is alive and done something very serious.
Interrogations ended, began beating. Beaten on the belt in the stomach, sometimes on the head, twitching his hair. Give the paper: "subscribing, you will have a quiet life." I do not even read the papers, of course it is their hated. The investigator was yelling at me, "- Why are you organized Jewish Diaspora to their aid? ". I did not know that you and your countrymen stood at my side. I realized that I have the support of the children, it gave me strength. If not this news, I would have gone mad or killed herself, this all went.
Blamed for the fact that the husband's brother went to Moscow to the big boss. All documents that my father and mother died and are buried in their homeland have been furnished is true, in spite of this, it all started again. Witnesses, cemetery, grave unearthed, making sure that the bones in place. In general, the "cart" for me was drawn up correctly, someone wanted to finish our family, we have worked in his youth in the Komsomol helped Ch.K. I know you got too.
- That's right, after I went to the investigator, the rest I was not and our diaspora too. Intimidated me, counsel brought to illness, Sarah still drink heart drops, generally lived with fear. Began calling me at night. Boria leave my mother go, I think, come home or not. The last meeting with the investigator was particularly heavy. He promised me the camera next to yours. I gathered strength, expressed everything I think. I say to him: "- You studied with my husband in the same class, played in" Spartacus "in football. My husband was an extraordinary man. I went to the front in December 1941 and died near Moscow, that's funerals. I always carry it with you. Are you in the rear, the front was not at war with women and children. What do you want? All the papers you are ". Investigator lowered his head and said that I was, he should bring the matter to an end, it is necessary to insure. Head, he never raised.
They sat a long time, and remember life before the war, I thank God that they have children, crying. I also cried and fell asleep.
Early in the morning we got up, brought herself up, had breakfast, got dressed, my mother took us to the gate. I took the little sister by the hand, and with his mother in a manger, sister ran to catch up with their girlfriends on their way to school. Go with head held high, the windows looked at us neighbors, passers-by on the street smiled at us, we survived, warm hand was in my little sister.
- If you like, I will wear your mittens?
- Do not, on the street has become warmer.
I woke up from the black waves sister asked me:
- What are you thinking about?
- I think over the years, all is forgotten. No, apparently in the head has memory cells in which all survived. You know, I still remember.
- That's good. People like Aunt Asya must remember always. It's a pity of course, her son left, like all our friends Jews abroad.
- The Jewish people are constantly oppressed. Think of ancient Egypt, the Crusades, and during the last war, the Nazis did not consider them human, shot, burned in the camps in the ovens. The entire civilized world saved Jews, helped them survive. And here is a unique case, the Jewish Diaspora has saved our family, was a difficult time, the end of the forties.
Vladimir Sokolov wrote:
"I'm tired of the twentieth century.
From his bloody rivers.
And I do not need human rights,
I am no longer a man. "
Adults already out of the Jewish Diaspora has probably not, but the children with whom we studied, their children alive. We are grateful to: Babaeva Asya, her son Boris, Lerman Yulevna Bella - her son Leonid, Sarah Babayeva, children and Zinaida and Arcadiy, Ilyaich - children Robert and Isaac, Mosheev’s daughter Luba and many others.
Jewish diaspora of Termez showed heroism, it was a case unique, where people sacrificed themselves, rose to defend our family.
sister paused
- I was at the Aunt Asya’s funeral, I knew where her grave, visited her. Now certainly I’ll go to Termez to visit her and our mother.
 Pulat Radjabov
2015 year.