major general adolf gamon, commandant of bobruisk, has just over a year to live, sentenced to death,h of 500 civilians. vyacheslav romanchenko holds rare footage of how the march was filmed; he is the son of the same police chief who organized the convoy. he remembers how, a few weeks before, beri often called them at home in the middle of the night. on the day of the procession , vyacheslav persuaded his father. the senior group of the kindergarten, they took us to the garden ring, we took the first row, it was very, very quiet, only there was a sound, there was a click, a click, a click, there was dead silence, only one word was uttered by the bastards, we were driving in a car, under us there was a load, crackers, so i took a cracker out of the bag, threw myself into the pleengo, hit me in the face, and i was scared... it was as if in the gaze of the demand for an answer from these who were coming, this is the retribution, now it is visible, not there was, i tell him, there was no jubilation, no joy, there was some kind of, well, constrained feeling of heaviness very large, the da

major general adolf gamon.ear to live, was sentenced to death, and was guilty of the deaths of 500 civilians. in the hands of vyacheslav romanchenko, rare footage of how the march was filmed; he is the son of the same police chief who organized the convoy; he remembers how, a few weeks before, beria often called home to them in the middle of the night. on the day of the procession, vyacheslav persuaded his father to take these memories with him remained the strongest in life. ours stood in silence, the germans also walked in silence, only shuffling could be heard. not feet on the pavement, then the cameras could not record video and sound synchronously, we reconstructed the sound according to the descriptions of eyewitnesses: dull steps of shaving tin cans, they replaced dishes for the germans. lyubov maksovna was 8 years old when it was announced that the procession of prisoners had begun, and the entire senior group of the kindergarten was led to the garden ring. we took the first row, it was very, very quiet

major general adolf gamon, commandant of bobruisk remained to live just over a year, sentenced to deathw the march was filmed. he is the son of the same police chief who organized the convoy. he remembers how, a few weeks before, beria often called them home in the middle of the night. on the day of the procession , vyacheslav persuaded his father to take him with him. these memories became the most powerful. life, ours stood in silence, the germans also walked in silence, only the shuffling of feet on the pavement could be heard. cameras couldn't record video or sound back then. synchronously, we reconstructed the sound according to the descriptions of eyewitnesses, muffled steps, the clanking of cans, they replaced the dishes for the germans. lyubov maksovna was 8 years old when the radio announced that the procession of prisoners had begun, and the entire senior group of the kindergarten was led to the garden ring. took the first row, it was very, very quiet, only there was a thump, thump, thump, there was dead silence, only one word was uttered by the bastards, we were driving a car

major general adolf gamon, commandant of bobruisk, has just over a year to live, sentenced to death, of the same police chief who organized the convoy. remembers how a few weeks before, berry often called them at home in the middle of the night. on the day of the procession, vyacheslav persuaded his father to take him with him. the garden was led to the garden ring, we occupied the first row, it was very, very quiet, only there was a sound, a current, a clatter, a clatter, there was dead silence, only one word was uttered by the bastards, we were driving a car, there was a load under us, crackers, so i took a cracker out of the bag, threw myself into the prison, hit me in the face, and i was terribly worried, oh, what have i done, but this cracker, of course, was immediately picked up by these prisoners, exhausted, fearful, here they are, they they looked at us, they couldn’t say anything, it was a pity for them that they were walking and somehow, that they were tattered in these, with some kind of boots on their heads, it’s not clear what, these chanels, you know , exhausted, pity,