history is collected bit by bit at the domachevo school, a school that is 150 years old, within whosegenerations have grown up. children perceive differently. kids cannot understand how this is possible in principle, why for what? they shot at children, older children, passing through their souls, realize how monstrous those events were. there was such an example, very vivid, when we had an exhibition opening, and the girl simply learned the poems, recited them, and after this exhibition was presented, she was so touched by it that she was even impressed. such that she was about to start crying and began to get confused by what she heard, you know, after the war, they talked very little about the war, even still little, i compare it with today, well, with how i remember , somehow fontoviki they were embarrassed or maybe they didn’t want to upset us once again, so i remembered something, that’s where the children were shot, that’s where they lived, that’s where... he came from the place of execution, he disappeared somewhere. 87 , at the turn to domachego, a monument of grief and prote

years old, she gathered orphaned children around her, became their second mother and brought them to domachevomemories for the fate of the house or the covenants of gracheva. the orphanage lived for the first month on food supplies, which were received the next month, but were not designed for a large number of children; later they began to ask for food from the district chief gvozdinsky, which consisted of bad potatoes, not ground and rye and other cereals, but not enough they received 100 grams of bread per child, they were given salt with... after cooking butter, there was no sugar at all, the meat was bad and often bones, the children ate three times a day, coffee in the morning, at lunch soup, and in the evening again coffee, the children were often sick, some... could have been saved, there was not enough food or medicine, but hell awaited the strongest. the girl tosya, who escaped from the germans, reached the polish village of slovatache, which is literally a couple of kilometers from her home. until the year thirty-nine, residents often went from village to village to visit. she was s