From the archive of my grandmother. A letter to the evacuation.

My story about one piece of history of my family.
About the war.
My grandfather and grandmother worked as teachers in the school.
Mom was at the beginning of the war 11 years.
The German troops were approaching Mariupol, and his grandfather was not to persuade,
what you need to go to the evacuation.
He had two reasons: first, he being a prisoner for four years the Germans in the First world, could not believe that the cultured German nation turned to the Nazis.
He tried to persuade his wife to take the daughter and for the first time to go somewhere in the village and there to sit,
while the Germans will enter the city.
Then he thought, as a man who knows German perfectly, he will be able to get a job or the newspaper, or something the translator, all will settle down and he will take it.
Secondly, he had no idea how to leave him with his books, of which he had more than two thousand, and among them was a very valuable, old and expensive.
Some valuable books have survived to the present day, before leaving, they handed them out to neighbors, acquaintances and friends who remained in the city.
Grandma in those years was a young Communist, involved in city life
the Deputy of regional Council, artist
which her talent was allowed to draw the face of comrade Stalin

( and it allowed not for every artist).
Besides, she was 20 years younger than grandfather, and although outwardly he was still at least where,
but his sight was very bad and he was already neprizyvnogo age.
In General, they managed to get out of town the last a hospital train and then, because their friend was in the hospital, who traveled by this train and he managed to get out with his family.
Grandmother grabbed that fell under the hands of the things, including the bag with torn silk stockings, which helped them then not to die of hunger.
On the outskirts of the city train them lazily fired at a German tank (he was standing in a field with a black track). The next morning after her came the Gestapo, the fifth column in Mariupol worked well.
They were evacuated to the Caucasus.
Two years my grandfather worked as a teacher in a train station seven years at lyaki in Azerbaijan.
To live there was very hard.
They are not much suited the climate and they all in turn suffered from malaria, and a few days shaking one, some the other, and so on.
Here they made good use of silk stockings: Azerbaijani women wore only stockings, grandma all peristomal and they went to the market to change the stockings on products.
And when grandmother and grandfather were both down with malaria, mother went to the market for 10 kilometers, but because of his shyness could keep the stockings in his bosom, and nothing to bring to the market.
And sometimes among the local heard talk that if the Germans move a mountain pass, we will be Russians themselves cutting...
Fortunately, in 1943, my grandfather was transferred to the head teacher of the school train at the station of Khashuri in Georgia, and living there was much easier.
Grandma also worked as a teacher in the schools where my grandfather worked as a teacher, as Directors worked only local comrades.
When they found out that Mariupol is liberated by our troops, they sent her neighbor a letter this is the letter they received in response:

"Hello dear friends, Ivan Spiridonovich, Galina Romanova and Larocca.
Tell You, albeit belatedly, that my family happily live.
I say late because that You have addressed to me in 37 school, but such
does not exist, since the arrival of "liberators".
I got by chance from a friend who was at the post office and met my name, so that only 21.10 I got.
First thing , thanks for the compliments.
What went through is hard to describe, when you arrive, then puraskaram all.
Our life hung in the balance. Touched.
Many of our friends died at the hands of the fascist executioners.
Especially in the German "evacuation" many have not returned.
People went to their death with open eyes, ready every minute to die.

The city is our home You don't recognize.
Piles of rubble. Absolutely destroyed the main street.
Republic Avenue piles of stones. Factories blown up power plant
the water destroyed everything.
We are now without electricity and water. Many burned.
There are no family which would not have survived the horrors of war.
I was robbed, so now I am full of the proletariat no shoes no clothes no.
All the time the German occupation I was engaged in agriculture, so there comfortably.
I have had a garden, crops, even the cow bird cow now is.
Other less adapted.
However, I had a lot of work, well, nothing moved.
Now it's like everything that happened in 2 years was a nightmare.
Begin to live again.
Our school died. There was one skeleton.
Burned her at the last moment, until then, was the infirmary.
You ask with Your apartment, it was not from the moment of Your departure, it is part of the plundered people, part of the Germans.
The first night was broken into the castle and some of the things taken, and then, when entered the city, immediately it was settled by the Germans.
But part of the property, but with great risk, I managed to save, namely the piano, one wardrobe, now filled with Your books, a carpet and some of that stuff.
All this dragged on his shoulders, because transport was not.
Piano begged to take Snackage and it still exists, although Snackage anymore.
It is in his former apartment, which is now occupied by Eremenko.
I have already warned that with the piano, nothing happened, because soon, although the news was not from You.
Well, nothing come the most expensive things saved, but the furniture that is nonsense, I will acquire.
But because of them I had to endure not one unpleasant moment, reproached, save things the Communists. Alexander works as a surveyor for 3-rd year.
Alexandra G. came from Kazakhstan, now POM. of attorney for military Affairs.
Tchaikovsky, Grinenko, Ivashnev - shot.
Greek M. A. is now the Chairman of the Union.
Food prices are approximately: 1400 R. flour of wheat,
meat up to 200 rubles., sunflower oil 320 RUB, cow 600 p .kg.
But come home. Though places in school anymore.
School burned, and willing to work a lot.
With apartments it is very difficult. Many victims of the fire.
But room can be found.
I would like something else to write,but another time.
Greetings from the whole family. Write soon. Going to answer."

In March 1944 call of the Mariupol city Board of education they're back.
Grandfather was appointed Director of the railway school. But from the front he returned the former Director and his grandfather went to work as the Director of the 3rd school.
....These are the memories inspired by a letter from the archive of my grandmother...