november 1942 , the nazis were doing their usual thing, shaking up the belongings of the dead and mizheluable. they called it "having fun." such rounds in the evenings in the ghetto they constantly undertook, having found nothing else suitable for themselves, they literally broke into the neighbor’s apartment and froze at the entrance in surprise. there was no one there, although everything indicated that recently there were people here, they really were, hiding in the cramped space between the stove and the second wall, where they could only stand along the wall, they did everything so as not to give themselves away, not the slightest ... sound, not the slightest blinker, then the residents of the house were lucky, they were not found, but raspberries did not always save me from pogroms, my mother and i we went down to the basement, people approached us... they pushed us further and further from the entrance , it was dead quiet, but the germans probably heard it, because they found the hatch from the cellar and threw a grenade there, then there was such horror, the smell of this gunpowd