January 1943 – The End of the Siege

Our house was a place of communication between lost friends and relatives. Many people found each other with our help. My husband’s friend Vladimir Konokotin, a sapper, was injured during the Synyavinskiy Heights Battle and was sent to a hospital on Poklonnaya Hill. After his recovery he came and left us his details, because his house was destroyed, and he didn’t know where his wife and his daughter were.

22 Ноябрь 2015|Grigoryeva-Rudykovskaya Tatyana translated by Yatsenko Elena

Human kindness helped me survive

I was still waiting for my mother and didn’t want to go away with strangers. But after all, as an orphan, I was given to an elderly and childless couple – Fyodor Bogdanov and Evdokia Bogdanova. They adopted me as their daughter and treated me kindly. But times were very hard and hungry. We ate only frozen potatoes and roots. Once a horse was killed by a shell on the street. So many people came at once that after a minute only a patch of blood was left.

13 Ноябрь 2015|Fedotova (Brusova) G.P. translated by Yatsenko Elena