We are getting closer to understanding that no goal can be higher than human life.

One of the children was raised in the famine of the war. But again, this maternal duty (or rather, a feat) has been performed by thousands upon thousands of women. I've worked all my life as hard and as much as a woman should work. But Fedosya Yakovlevna is no exception in this: both in the years of cataclysms and in peaceful times, the power relied on women's shoulders without any allowance for the fact that it was female...

And finally, we are getting closer to understanding that no lofty goal can be higher than human life. And before we are too late, let's pay tribute to the priceless life, the unique fate of a Russian peasant woman from the ancient Volga village of Bolshye Klyuchishchi. I give you my word, Fedosya Yakovlevna. Speak...

I'm from here, I was born in Bolshye Klyuchis. Even before the imperialist war. I am already many years old, seventy-five. I remember the revolution: As the troops marched, Grandma hid us in a dugout. It's just washed a ravine in the middle of the village. There used to be a road, and we rode horses here. The key was oozing off, and there was a bridge over it... And now there's a ravine.

I graduated from three rural classes myself. Literate was the opposite of the others. When my parents had their own land, I was working — come on! She was also a chorister in the church choir. We were already fifteen years old when the church closed, there were no more services. Later, they wanted to completely break down the church. The people were shouting among themselves: zha-a-a-lko, zha-a-a-lko. But what will you do? The government has decided... First, the bells were removed from it. The bells were too good! Especially the big one: it's ringing here — you can hear it in the city, twenty miles away. They wanted to destroy the whole church, but it did not succeed. It's very fused, well made. And then another man fell off the dome and fell to his death... They stopped breaking it right away. It still stands there, unkempt.

Once we had a collective farm, my parents died. And I got married soon after. I didn't have to live. As soon as we got together, they took him into the army. And after that, they didn't live properly either — they were called to the Finnish army. The old people kept saying: the war will be with the Germans. And here it's Finnish. A few people left the village, and everyone came back. Mine came in December, but they took it back six months later. They said they were packing for forty-five days. It was on my birthday, May 28, 1941... It turned out that the war started earlier for me than for others, almost a month earlier. And it didn't end there. The one with the husband who came home, she immediately ran out. And mine didn't come back...

And that day, on May 28, we went to Ulyanovsk, to the military enlistment office, on foot. I'm not escorting him to war, but I'm condemning him myself.: "Dear friends, we'll have a second one soon, have you been busy, how are you now?" Our first boy was already five years old. And the husband laughs: "Well, just think, forty-five days. I'll come to the hayfield just in time..." After all, what is a peasant thinking about? About the haymaking, about the harvest... But he didn't have to mow and reap anymore. Our men got right from training camps and went to war. Mine only sent one letter from the road: I'm going to the front, to the first line, goodbye. And that's all, no news. The paper was then sent: missing. If you haven't found it, it means you haven't found it anywhere. When his comrades returned later, they told him that they had swum across a river, and he was on a horse with a cannon. The Germans fired a volley — mine was immediately killed, immediately sank to the bottom and left. And everything...

But that's what I found out later. And as she saw her husband off, she kept waiting to see if she would be back from training soon. And I cry with them, remembering how we walked to the city all the way. Let's go, and I keep wondering: are you leaving, they say? And he said, "I'll be back soon."..

And there were only women left in the village, except for a few armored tractor men. That's when we started to work like this: plowing, sowing, threshing, carrying firewood, and carrying sacks on our backs. In the very first summer, we went to harvest: the horse goes, drags the mower, lays the rolls. And then we knit the sheaves and put them on. Where the mower won't pass, you pick up the sickle. If you don't reap twenty sheaves in a day, you're not a reaper. And then they hammered themselves. Players looking for a reliable gambling platform should check out Slotum Casino which offers an impressive game selection, fast withdrawals, and generous bonuses This casino is known for its user-friendly interface and secure transactions making it a great choice for both beginners and experienced players