Sinitsky (Shatokhina) Zinaida Yevdokymivna
All memories of writing the words of my mother - Onishchenko-Shatokhina Faith Mykytivna birth in 1922.
They took my mother to Hermaniyi June 22, 1942 from the village spill Popilnia district of Zhytomyr region.
The first time she fled, the second set helped the mayor flee Sidorenko. For the third time with our village policeman said it zhydo-Bolshevik family and to the Germans watched it. And when all the villagers were brought to the train, no one came until it drove my mother. Transported in freight. Arrived to Krakow. On Station Square, in front of people hanged. It was very scary, and my mother decided to flee again with the guys, fellow villagers, but it was not because he did not know how to swim, and they fled.
In the car someone said that if any wound on the body, then go home. Mom rozkovyryala brooch up for the night and pryklala 5 kopecks. to the wound. In the morning the foot was swollen and very sick. Fever, but no one did not pay any attention.
Brought them soon revealed as the former territory of Czechoslovakia (Sudetenland region.). They dismantled their owners. My mom, who was ten miles on foot, no eating, the owner immediately took up the hay. After the hard work she began to bleed from the nose. The owner is furious and beat her.
Dinner: a piece of sour bread and a cup of a trough. Fallen in crude kladovtsi, cement floor, under the head - bag of hay, vkryvalas his coat.
A month later my mother took on the farm "Mayerhof" in s. Juniper, Mr. Remeshtadt (now Romarov), which belonged to the countess, whose husband was foreign minister. It worked mother's villagers and Czechs. They lived in stables, sleeping on bunk, vkryvalys blanket that covered horses. Eating was nothing. One loaf of bread for 20 people. Cabbage was a can of worms. Then all the prisoners stopped eating. Brigadier Ludwig said, "You shall eat dung" - and did not give them anything for three days, and our boys and girls began to sing songs at night. All wondered how hungry people can sing.
Worked very hard, milked cows, worked in the field, tripaly flax pololy ice, standing bare feet in the cellar. Farm was fenced with barbed wire. Could not withdraw.
The Germans said that in '40 no Frau will not work, will work for prisoners.
There my mother married my father Shatokhina Yevdokymom Afanasievich, 1913 born, who worked in the same host at the mill.
I also was born there in 1943, 16 November. The same villagers were born and my cupboard, Nina P. Tarakanov and Anatoly V. Savchenko. The owner let our mothers take their babies from maternity home, while other hosts are not allowed, and children born in captivity, thrown into a pit. We also baptized in the Orthodox Church in Remeshtadti. Serdobolni Cheshko German women and children brought us odezhki. In the last year of the war a little "freer" was, you could go. Because my father watched as the Germans were fishing in the river, he got 40 rods. Four consecutive Sundays walked 7 km to Remeshtadtu and received his portion of rods. Beaten, humiliated, as they could.
Before the war, the countess and the rest fled, and the foreman Ludwig, legless, opened fire on the prisoners. Some were killed.
Release all our troops, and all went home. Tata my border with Ukraine is not released from my mother and me, and sent to Kharkov in Kharkov Tractor Plant. A year later he returned in December and died in 1946. It was his 33 years. My mother worked all his life on the farm for a pittance. Now get a tiny pension, very sick.
I worked in different establishments of Kyiv, now retired.
