it was the rozarychev concentration camp. it didn’t take much effort to prepare it, because basically it had to be done to fence off the territories of a swampy place and a swamp, which got wet with barbed wire for several rows to it and put up watchtowers, the villagers were all driven out first to they supported us there at night, and then they drove everyone out onto the roadway, lined us all up, and we went on foot. go to this camp. it took 8 km. we were very afraid to fall behind, because those who remained were shot for the month of march. eh, the forty-fourth year turned out to be very capricious, because the temperature was changeable, then minus 113 - 13 here, and then plus 7 8, so all the old people. somehow we stood in this swamp in a place knee-deep in water. and when at night they turned into ordinary ice cubes, they didn’t give us food. the whole time we were there. once they brought us only bread, they threw it from the car. whoever was closer, he grabbed it, and whoever was farther away did not get water. we t